Stephen R Coffee ©2004
(Thanks to Jim Johnson, accordian, and Jim Clark, cittern.)
I feel like another cigarette
I’ll probably give it up some day
But not yet
And I won’t need no stinking patch
I’ll suck it up and tough it out
Got a match
I ain’t looking for nobody to sue
Wish you could understand:
Give it up if I wanted to
I’m sick and tired of being dissed
It’s not like I’m lighting up a bomb,
not a terrorist
I’ll go and stand out on the street
You’d be surprised at what nice people
You can meet
And everybody’s got a light for you
And anyone will tell you: they’d
give it up if they wanted to
Here comes that cool springtime feeling
Here comes that cool springtime taste
Feels so, feels like…
I feel like another cigarette
An early grave is not my goal
That’s what my Daddy always said
Rest his soul
These aren’t the worst odds that I’ve had
They only take one out of three
That ain’t bad
Grandma smoked till she was, what, 62
Last thing I heard her say:
Give it up if I wanted to.
I feel like another cigarette