PUFF-PUFF-PUFF
Around the North Carolina’s red clay
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows
Seemingly towed bow down, do as I say
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows
Not as I do, I am older than you
I smoke if you try to smoke you choke
Cough, cough, cough this isn’t a joke
Beneath the views, I choose for I do
Puff away, cough you say,
Burn this not such a puff-puff away
Nor give-give awaiting to inhale
Boy, back N my day you have,
a cigarette in a child’s age
You’ll spend a day in jail
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows well
Seemingly towed bow down, do as I say
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows bails
Not as I do, I am older than you
Beneath the views, I choose for I do
I smoke if you try to smoke you choke
Cough, cough, cough this isn’t a joke
Puff, puff, puff cough, cough
Them children should N be smokiN
puff-PUFF-puff
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