Band: Woodbox Gang
Album: Trashcan Americana


First Rate Smokes

VERSE 1 
  C             D
My name is Seymour Green
      G
I'm an honest business man
 C             D
I make First Rate Smokes
      G
From a warehouse in my van
C            D
I've had some troubles
G
With the EPA  
  C              D
I change my company name
G
Every other day
  C        D
I hire out workers
       G
From Kentucky factories
    C              D
Who spend their days working for
      G               
R.J. Reynolds Industries
    C             D
They find me in the parking lot
        G
When the factory whistle blows
      C            D
And we roll up all the tobacco
         G
That gets stuck between their toes

Chorus
C            D
Take off your shoes
     G
It's time to go to work
     CD       G
It's 3am and we're setting up shop
C            D
Take off your socks
     G
Start scraping those nails
     C  D
If the ATF discovers us
     G
It's GPCs from jail

VERSE 2
              
I'm in cahoots with some Canucks
Just above the borderline
They package all my products
With cute logos and designs
I distribute to truck stops
And small town liquor stores
They buy cases of cartons
And call me up for more

VERSE 3
Thrifty smokers don't mind
Where their cigarettes are from
All they really want
Is smoke and tar in their lungs
So if you ever buy a pack
Of First Rate Smokes
You know the tar won't kill you
But the smell will make you choke