Band: Woodbox Gang
Album: Trashcan Americana
First Rate Smokes
VERSE 1
My[C] name is Seymo[D]ur Green
I'm an[G] honest business man
I[C] make First Ra[D]te Smokes
From a[G] warehouse in my van
[C]I've had some[D] troubles
[G]With the EPA
I [C]change my compa[D]ny name
[G]Every other day
I [C]hire out [D]workers
From Ke[G]ntucky factories
Who [C]spend their day[D]s working for
R.J. R[G]eynolds Industries
They[C] find me in th[D]e parking lot
When the[G] factory whistle blows
And we[C] roll up all [D]the tobacco
That gets[G] stuck between their toes
Chorus
[C]Take off your[D] shoes
It's [G]time to go to work
It's [CD]3am and w[G]e're setting up shop
[C]Take off your[D] socks
Start[G] scraping those nails
If th[C]e A[D]TF discovers us
It's [G]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
Album: Trashcan Americana
First Rate Smokes
VERSE 1
My[C] name is Seymo[D]ur Green
I'm an[G] honest business man
I[C] make First Ra[D]te Smokes
From a[G] warehouse in my van
[C]I've had some[D] troubles
[G]With the EPA
I [C]change my compa[D]ny name
[G]Every other day
I [C]hire out [D]workers
From Ke[G]ntucky factories
Who [C]spend their day[D]s working for
R.J. R[G]eynolds Industries
They[C] find me in th[D]e parking lot
When the[G] factory whistle blows
And we[C] roll up all [D]the tobacco
That gets[G] stuck between their toes
Chorus
[C]Take off your[D] shoes
It's [G]time to go to work
It's [CD]3am and w[G]e're setting up shop
[C]Take off your[D] socks
Start[G] scraping those nails
If th[C]e A[D]TF discovers us
It's [G]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
