—Tim Spencer, 1947
Once I was happy and had a good wife
I had enough money to last me for life
I met with a gal and we went on a spree
She taught me to smoke and drink whiskey
Chorus:
Cigareetes, and whiskey and wild, wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane
Cigareetes, and whiskey and wild wild women
They'll drive you crazy, they'll drive you insane
And now I'm feeble and broken with age
The lines on my face make a well written page
I'm leaving this story, how sad but how true
On women and whiskey and what they can do
Chorus
Write on the cross at the head of my grave
'For women and whiskey, here lies a poor slave
Take warning, dear stranger, take warning, dear friend
Then write in big letters these words at the end
Chorus
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Verse and Chorus:
| I | I | IV | I |
| I | I | II | V |
| I | I | IV | I |
| I | I | V | I |
Extra verse:
Cigareetes is a blot on the whole human race
A man is a monkey with one in his face
Here's my definition, believe me dear brother
A fire on one end, a fool on the t'other