They done took my smokes away. Folks say, “That’s good, make ‘em all suffer.” Like they done my daddy, they burn him in Old Smokey. My uncle, they hung down in Mississippi for talking back. Nobody cares about none of that; say they had it coming. I got it coming, too. They coming for me at six; but I got it easy. No hanging, no burning or shaking in that chair. I lay down and gets the needle, ain’t no use to whine. I shore would like a cigarette, though, To help me pass the time.
"Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette, Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to Death, Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate That you hates to make him wait, But you just gotta have another Cigarette!" by Phil Harris Never heard it? Hear the whole song on YouTube! Hal
Funny thing, well sort of: A single lady neighbor of ours smokes. Seems like every time she takes her dog our for a walk, she has a cigarette in her hand. I had talked her before about her smoking, like a friendly/humorous discussion. Anyway, I looked at her and said, "that's the reason you don't have a boyfriend or are married, you don't want a man telling you to stop smoking. Then again, you could get lucky and meet a dude that smokes."
Well I smoked and my husband married me anyway. He was always asking me to quit but I didn't. My biggest regret is he wasn't alive to see the day I did quit...probably about 2 years after his death.
It was, it is, because no one's lips are as sweet as Mary's. Green Green Grass Of Home Tom Jones The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me At four…
Even though my wife married a guy, for a number of years, who smoked and drank pretty heavily, she was darn glad that I didn't smoke or drink like he did. When married to him, she had to constantly use an inhaler due to her asthma. She only takes a daily pill today. However, what didn't bother her at all was that I "dipped" snuff (Shoal). No smoke in the air or on my clothes and, basically, nobody would've even noticed I used the stuff unless they seen me take out the can and grab some. I didn't use enough to make it hard to quit, just like my old cigarette smoking days way before I met her. Thing is, why didn't you want to quit when he asked you to? My wife and I discussed that I should stop "dipping" and I did.
Ive always wanted to quit but couldn't. Guess I had to want to do it for myself. I'd rather have someone smoke than chew tobacco though...disgusting. Ugh.
That's because you are a "big city" type gal. How many times do I have to tell you this? Not disgusting at all...….for many country women, that is. I thought you put me on ignore...……….LOL