I got the smoking habit, see,
and I know the habit's bad,
but the worst thing about smoking
is it makes them nonsmoker
They say, if you're gonna puff them fangs,
go sit in the smoking section, please.
with the hoof -and -mouth disease.
they're bad for you, dude.
Well, they may be friends,
but I love them every way but barbecued
And when I'm ready to quit smokin',
don't worry, it'll be a breeze
better stick me in the smokin' section,
Cause I'm a slave, I'm a slave
I'm a poor, helpless victim
to the things my body craves
Now, I know my smokin' habit's rotten
and I hate myself for ever startin'
that would gamble at the drop of your hat
he has to raise all the time
he done lost everything he had
And I'm trying to drag him out
and he's hanging on to my arm
when the river bottom bar
Well, I loaned him ten, then twenty
Frenzy was picking me to the bone
And when I stopped the game,
all that remained was my cab fare home
I said, hey, if I was stuck with your luck,
believe I'd leave that poke alone
you know it ain't nothing but dough
And money ain't got no home,
I'm a slave, he's a slave
I'm a slave, he's a slave
I'm a poor helpless victim
to the things my body craves
But there is some good to come
There's always one bet you can win
You bet this cowboy I'll bet him again
Well I ain't seen my next door neighbor
Till yesterday and he was all
bandaged up in this podcast
I said well from the looks of you son
uh the wreck must have been bad
he said now this is what happens
Jerry when your old lady gets mad
he said it was last Saturday night
well I look up and there's my old lady
well she grabbed that blonde
and there was a having a championship bout
and I never should open my mouth
because she come right across
Yellin' save that country job
And I'm lucky to be alive
I said well that could be a lesson son
Maybe this fling will be your last
Soon as I get out of this cast
I'm a slave, he's a slave
I'm a slave, he's a slave
Don't put the pressure on me
I love them short fat skinny ones
I like them brunettes, I love them blondes
I can't help it, it's a lot of fun
I'm a poor helpless victim
to the things my body craves
While I was laying in the floor half -killed
I asked myself, was it worth the thrill?
uh, you ain't got a cigarette
I guess baritone's how the question ends.
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