Hank Thomas
First Last Cigarette-
 
Lyrics
FIRST LAST CIGARETTE
© 2012/Hank Thomas all rights reserved

I just lit my 1st last cigarette
Bartender's pourin' my 4th last shot
And I ain't cracked my last beer yet
She's leavin', and she's never comin' back
That's what she said this mornin' when she packed up all her things and drove away

She's telling me it ain't worth tryin'
There's tires spinnin', gravel flyin'
As she's headin' back to her momma's for the next last time

I'd be lyin' if I told her I could change
Every one of my bad habits, took a lifetime to perfect
I could call and tell her that I love her so
But the way I act most of the time, can't really ever blame her when she goes

It happens like this all the time
I come home late, she stays up cryin'
She slams the door and tears on down the road
Says she might start to thinkin' twice,
If I can give up all my vices . . . .
If I can she'll might be comin' home, comin' home

I pleaded for just one more second chance
Sh'said that'd make eleven
And that's a long way past her limit for that kinda thing.
She said just let me think
You know I love more than I can stand
If you try to be that better man
In the mornin, maybe, I'll be comin' home", she's comin'home
Comin'home


I just lit my 3rd last cigarette . . . . . .
Credits
Lyrics Credits: Hank Thomas
Music Credits: Hank Thomas
Producer Credits: Martin Young
Publisher Credits: Hank Thomas Music/Tree of Moreh Publishing,
Performance Credits: Ron Wallace-Vocals--Music City Demos
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Description
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Long Song Description:
Story Behind the Song:
Demo version of what may be, currently at least, my best song
Metadata
Song Length: 3:29
Primary Genre: Country-Contemporary
Secondary Genre: -
Tempo: Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1: Madly In Love
Mood 1: In High Spirits
Era: 2000 and later
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