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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

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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

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