From the recording More Things Change

Lyrics

WELL MY BABY HANDED DOWN THE ULTIMATUM LATE ONE SUNDAY MORN
TONIGHT THEM CIGARETTES OR YOU MY LOVE ARE HEADING ON OUT THAT DOOR
WELL I STARTED TO RESPOND BUT I COULD SEE THERE'S NO DISCUSSING IT MORE

AND I THOUGHT WHEN I QUIT THE HABIT I'D FEEL LIKE I'D LIVE UNTIL A HUNDRED AND TEN
INSTEAD I'M NERVOUS, SHAKING, SWEATING AND I'M DREAMING 'BOUT VIRGINIA SLIM
MAN I TELL YOU I'M NOT JOKING, I REALLY WASN'T SMOKING
I WAS JUST THE SUCKER AT THE END

IT DIDN'T SOUND SO HARD TO STOP AS I WAS DRAGGING ON MY CAMEL THAT NIGHT
BUT AFTER THIRTEEN HOURS OF BREATHING GOD'S CLEAN AIR I BEGAN TO CONTEMPLATE MY PLIGHT
AND I REALIZED I'D BE LIVING ALL MY DAYS CHEWING NICORETTE AND WISHING FOR A LIGHT

CHORUS

NOW I'M NINETY DAYS AND COUNTING TRYING TO STAY OUT OF THE DEVIL'S NET
AND WHILE I SHOULD FEEL GOOD ABOUT MYSELF I JUST WANT ONE MORE CIGARETTE
MAN, I NEVER REALLY STOPPED I JUST HAVEN'T SMOKED THE NEXT ONE YET

CHORUS