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    Holy smoke! - Ach du Heiliger!

    England, 01. Juli 2007 - Deutschland nimm dir ein Beispiel.
    Aus gegebenem Anlaß: geschrieben 1947 von Merle Travis für Tex Williams:

    Smoke! Smoke! Smoke!(That Cigarette)
    Now I’m a fellow with a heart of gold
    And the ways of a gentleman I’ve been told
    Kind-of-a-guy that wouldn’t even harm a flea

    But if me and a certain character met
    The guy that invented that cigarette
    I’d murder that son-of-a gun in the first degree

    It ain’t cuz I don’t smoke ‘em myself
    and i don’t reckon that it’ll hinder your health
    I smoked ‘em all my life and I ain’t dead yet

    But nicotine slaves are all the same
    at a pettin’ party or a poker game
    Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette

    CHORUS

    Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
    Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death.

    Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
    That you hate to make him wait,
    But you just gotta have another cigarette.

    In a game of chance the other night
    Old dame fortune was good and right
    The kings and queens they kept on comin’ around

    Aw, I was hittin’ em good and bettin’ ‘em high
    But my bluff didn’t work on a certain guy
    He kept callin’ and layin’ his money down

    See, he’d raise me then I’d raise him
    and I’d say to him buddy ya gotta sink or swim
    Finally called me but didn’t raise the bet!

    –Hmmph! I said Aces Full Pal — I got you!
    He said, “I’ll pay up in a minute or two
    But right now, i just gotta have another cigarette.”

    CHORUS

    Now the other night I had a date
    with the cutest little gal in any state
    A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame

    She said she loved me and it seemd to me
    That things were sorta like they oughtta be
    So hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane

    She was a long way from a chunk of ice
    And our pettin’ party was goin’ real nice
    And I got an idea I might have been there yet

    So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze
    Then she said, “Travis, Excuse me Please
    But I just gotta have a cigarette.”

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