Commander Cody chords

[A]Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold,
And the [D]ways of a gentleman I've been told,
[E]kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a [A]flea.
[A]But if me and a certain character met,
the [D]guy that invented the cigarette,
I'd [E]murder that son-of-a gun in the first de[A]gree.

#2.
[A]It ain't cause I don't smoke 'em myself,
and I [D]don't reckon that it'll hinder your health,
I [E]smoked 'em all my life, and I ain't dead [A]yet.
[A]But nicotine slaves are all the same,
at a [D]pettin' party or a poker game,
[E]everything gotta stop, while they have a cigar[A]ette.

[CHORUS]
[A]Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.
Puff, puff, puff until you [B]smoke yourself to [E]death.
[E]Tell St. [A]Peter at the Golden Gate,
that you [D]hate to make him wait,
but you just [A]gotta have an[E]other cigar[A]ette.

#3.
[A]In a game of chance the other night,
[D]Old Dame Fortune was good and right,
The [E]kings and queens they kept on comin' a[A]round.
[A]Aw, I was hittin' 'em good and bettin' 'em high,
but my [D]bluff didn't work on a certain guy,
he kept [E]callin', and layin' his money [A]down.
[A]See, he'd raise me, then I'd raise him,
and [D]I'd say to him buddy, ya gotta sink or swim,
he [E]finally called me but didn't raise the [A]bet.
[A]Hmmm..I said, Aces Full, pal..I got you!
He said, [D]I'll pay up in a minute or two,
but [E]right now, I just gotta have another cigar[A]ette.

[CHORUS]
[A]Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.
Puff, puff, puff until you [B]smoke yourself to [E]death.
[E]Tell St. [A]Peter at the Golden Gate,
that you [D]hate to make him wait,
but you just [A]gotta have an[E]other cigar[A]ette.

#4.
[A]Now the other night I had a date,
with the [D]cutest little gal in any state,
a high-[E]bred, uptown, fancy little [A]dame.
[A]She said she loved me and it seemd to me,
that [D]things were sorta like they oughtta be,
so, [E]hand in hand we strolled down lovers [A]lane.
[A]She was a long way from a chunk of ice,
and our [D]pettin' party was goin' real nice,
and I [E]got an idea I might have been there, [A]yet.
[A]So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze,
Then she said, [D]Travis, excuse me please,
but [E]I just gotta have a ciga[A]rette.

[CHORUS]
[A]Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.
Puff, puff, puff until you [B]smoke yourself to [E]death.
[E]Tell St. [A]Peter at the Golden Gate,
that you [D]hate to make him wait,
but you just [A]gotta have an[E]other cigar[A]ette.

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