John Hartford A Man Smoking A Cigar
How quietly you smoke your cigar
You're holdin' the world in a jar
You're jowls aren't inflating the smoke you're inhaling
As wisely you smoke your cigar
Steadfastly behind your cigar
You lead all your troops into war
Confusin' the home team by leavin' a smokescreen
I salute when I see your cigar
Big feet on the desk as you groan
To some other wheel on the phone
Like kids with their playthings we save your cigar rings
That you have tossed down from your throne
You wave your cigar in the air
Controllin' big things from your chair
While sideways you tell us the things you can sell us
And draw us a diagram therе
Without your cigar you're weak
It lies in thе ashtray asleep
It's part of your makeup you hope it will shakeup
The boys that sit down at your feet
Doodle a doo doo doodle a doo...
How greatly you chomp your cigar
While pulling the strings from afar
Could it be maybe you just had a baby
Three cheers as you smoke your cigar
