Got myself a job Gonna move up that corporate ladder Follow in the footsteps of all my friends Well, have another cigarette So why you tripping on me
You throw me in a pan, you cook me in a can You stretch me with your hands, you love to watch me bake You serve me up with cake and that's your big mistake
It's early in the morning About a quarter till three I'm sitting' here talkin' with my baby Over cigarettes and coffee, now And to tell you that Darling
Well, we're one cigarette away from being done Yeah, we're one cigarette away, sure has been fun Yeah, we're one cigarette away, we gotta find some place
There's people inside Telling me to watch my back If I wanna survive I gotta stop them in their tracks They've been making life hard Oh, they've been
Yo gotta bad habit But you hit it Comin' down yo block So uplifted it Showed me yo nose bone, big trick Burn up yo nose, you little maggot Close to a
Woke up this morning For someone to set you free Turned 'round here today To find that someone was me And we smoke dead men's cigarettes And we choke
We must have smoked a thousand cigarettes / In my tiny room at dawn / And as I light on up alone now / I breathe you in but you are gone / The waves crash
Got my headlights shining down an old dirt road Smoke my cigarettes, I should quit I know The radio's playing old country songs Someone's leaving, someone
Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette Merle Travis/Tex Ritter 1. Now I'm a fella with a heart of gold - With the ways of a gentleman I've been told A kind
Coffee and Cigarettes are my only escape. I got my cup of Joe, my pack of stokes, And I'm on my way downtown, to Set up shop, and sing my cares away.
Two cigarettes in an ashtray My love and I in a small cafe Then a stranger came along and everything went wrong Now there's three cigarettes in the ashtray
No muscle man, no candy cane No pack of sexy starving wolves No money talking, moonlight walking Lady shocking, big crow cocking Those ladybugs can go
Found his memoirs in an old junk shop Dated from 1916 Sentenced to death while still shell-shocked For deserting the infantry Blindfold on and one step
It's just my Japanese cigarette case Bring a mirror to my face Let all my memories be gone Bring me my Japanese cigarette case Bring a mirror to my face
I've heard the story I'm sure he held you down Forced you to do things While I'm not around But you lied, and you lied But I've got cigarette eyes I
Cigarette man Filthy, my streetwise friend Yellow-stained fingers, barefoot until the end He will wander when he's able A dusty mind, and rusty memories
Fred Jones was worn out From caring for his often Screaming and crying wife During the day But he couldn't sleep at night For fear that she in a stupor