Smoke! Smoke! Smoke!
Tex Williams Lyrics
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With the ways of a gentleman I've been told
A kind of a fellow that wouldn't even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met
That guy that invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree
Of course it ain't for that I don't smoke myself
I've smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pheasant party or a poker game
Everything's gotta stop while they smoke the cigarette
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
You gotta have another cigarette
And a game of chance the other night
Ol' Dame Forson wasn't doin' me right
Them kings and queens just kept on comin' round
I got a full and I bet it high
But my plug didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept on raisin' and layin' that money down
He'd raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood, you gotta sink or swim
He finally called and raised the bet
I said "aces is full pal how about you?"
He said "I'll tell you in just a minute or two
Right now I just gotta have myself a cigarette"
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
You gotta have another cigarette
The other night I had me date with
The cutest gal in these fifty states
One of 'em high bred uptown fancy little dame
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That everything's were like they ought a be
So hand in hand we strolled down Lover's Lane
She was oh so far from a chunk of ice
Our smoochin' party was a goin' real nice
So help me and I think I'd of been there yet
I give her a kiss, a little squeeze
She said "Tex excuse me please
I just gotta have a filtered cigarette"
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
You gotta have another cigarette
The song, "Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)" by Tex Williams and His Western Caravan, is a humorous take on the culture surrounding smoking in the mid-20th century. The lyrics describe a man who would normally never harm anyone, but if he were to meet the inventor of the cigarette, he would "murder that son of a gun in the first degree." The song then goes on to detail different scenarios where smoking gets in the way of everyday activities, such as card games, dates, and even dying and meeting St. Peter at the Golden Gate.
Line by Line Meaning
Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold
I'm a generally pleasant person
With the ways of a gentleman I've been told
I've been taught to be polite and courteous
A kind of fellow that wouldn't even harm a flea
I'm not a violent person
But if me and a certain character met
But if I met a particular person
That guy that invented the cigarette
The person who invented cigarettes
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree
I would harm that person severely
Of course, it ain't for that I don't smoke myself
I don't dislike cigarettes because of that person
And I don't reckon they'll injure your health
I don't think smoking is necessarily unhealthy
I've smoked 'em all my life, and I ain't dead yet
I've been smoking for a long time without any harm
But nicotine slaves are all the same
People addicted to nicotine behave similarly
At a pheasant party or a poker game
Regardless of the setting
Everything's gotta stop while they smoke the cigarette
Everyone must wait while they smoke
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette, Puff puff puff
Cigarette smoking
And if you smoke yourself to death, Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate, That you hate to make him wait, You gotta have another cigarette
If you die from smoking, apologize to St. Peter and smoke again
And a game of chance the other night
And while gambling recently
Ol' Dame Forson wasn't doin' me right
I wasn't having great luck
Them kings and queens just kept on comin' round
I kept getting good cards
I got a full, and I bet it high
I had a strong hand and bet a lot
But my plug didn't work on a certain guy
But I couldn't outsmart a particular person
He just kept on raisin' and layin' that money down
He kept betting more and more money
He'd raise me, and I'd raise him
We kept increasing our bets
I sweated blood, you gotta sink or swim
I was under intense pressure to either win or lose it all
He finally called and raised the bet
He matched my bet and then increased it again
I said "aces is full, pal, how about you?"
I asked if he had a strong hand
He said "I'll tell you in just a minute or two, right now I just gotta have myself a cigarette"
He said he needed to smoke before he could answer
The other night I had me date with
Recently I went on a date with
The cutest gal in these fifty states
A very attractive woman
One of 'em high bred uptown fancy little dame
A wealthy and well-educated woman
She said she loved me, and it seemed to me
She expressed affection for me
That everything's were like they ought a be
Everything seemed perfect
So hand in hand, we strolled down Lover's Lane
We went for a romantic walk
She was oh so far from a chunk of ice
She was very warm and affectionate
Our smoochin' party was a goin' real nice
We were kissing and making out
So help me, and I think I'd of been there yet
I think we could have gone further
I give her a kiss, a little squeeze
I showed affection towards her
She said "Tex, excuse me please, I just gotta have a filtered cigarette"
She interrupted our moment to smoke a cigarette
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Merle Travis, Tex Williams
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@SailorMishelle
My dad just passed away. I used to smoke. He would sing thing song to me because I pretended I didn’t smoke. & I knew he knew.
I quit smoking later on.
I’ll love you forever dad
@futuretrunks666
You monster you killed your dad wtf is wrong with you
@SailorMishelle
Lone Wolf you are an absolute idiot. Karma is a bitch
@richarddavis8863
@@futuretrunks666 the real Trunks would never say anything so mean. You dishonor the character
@futuretrunks666
@@richarddavis8863 stfu loser
@Why_Not_Studios
@@futuretrunks666 how did he kill him
@fiendgod1399
"The 48 states" damn what a throwback
@alphadream953
absolute banger for the ages and still relevant lyrically
@toekid7179
Agreed
@-V-_-V-
Also applies to potheads.