Tex Williams is Dead --News Item 10/12/85 Tex Williams that country guy who wrote “Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (that Cigaret)” is dead
a little poetic justice? Setting this guy up as a little example for the zillions of people who were fooled into thinking cigarets were the way to go? Only cancer is the way smokers usually go. And even a whole pack of cigs can’t keep them steady when they discover that, in exchange for all the cowboy mystique wild sex appeal and you’ve-come-a-long-way-toots chic the cigarets miraculously gave them, they’re going to have to pay with their life. Which costs a lot more than all the cigs they ever smoked. Yes, that’s when the smoker realizes he was fooled, when Dr. Death, barely able to keep from snickering, slips past the nurses, steals into the sickroom and says, as he shoves a mirror in the guy’s face, “Don’t look so glum, I’m not coming for you yet!” Then Dr. Death he laughs so hard he chokes. So he says, “I’ve got to go, I just wanted to let you know I’ll be back in a few months!” The guy in the sickbed, which suddenly seems very much like a deathbed, gets real shaky then and wishes he could have a cigarette. But the doctor took them away. So he just grits his teeth remembering how tough John Wayne was. |
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