Hi Folks,
You can listen & download my song for free on:
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Here are the written words:

THE ANTI-SMOKING SONG: - (DON'T TRY TO QUIT SMOKING FOREVER):
by Bob Rowley

Tobacco you were a devil. Like a curse from the day I was born.
Maybe I'll meet you in Purgatory, 'but I'm not in hell anymore, boy. I'm not your slave after all

Been smoking Tobacco most of my life.         Addicted before I was born.
        Back in the days when a smoke was alright.
Just after the second World War, boy. After the second World War.

I clearly remember my first cigarette. Oh My, I thought it was cool.
When I bought my first pack, there was no turning back, I got hooked - like any young fool, boy,
Just ask any kid in my school.

Tobacco you were a devil. Like a curse from the day I was born.
Maybe I'll meet you in Purgatory, but I'm not in hell anymore. No. I'm not your slave after all

But every morning for so many years, I tasted a bitter defeat.
The habit of losing kept bringing me down, and scaring the life out of me ... fiddle de dee

When I finally went to my Doctor, his words filled me with cheer :
'Don't try to quit smoking forever' he said 'Just stop for a couple of years, boy.
Think of the next thirty years.'

'Cos Carcinoma in the old- runs slow, and if you abstain,
You may survive to eighty five, then you can start smoking again .. .it's all in your brain.

Now maybe you think I am crazy, but the difference seemed perfectly plain.
I could never quit smoking forever, but to stop for a while I was game.
And that was the break in my chain, boy.

No tobacco will torment your body, but treat the discomfort with scorn.
A light at the end of the tunnel will shine, through the cracks as the old prison wall comes a crumbling down

And into this light you will wonder, as all of the symptoms withdraw.
In a year and a day there'll be no price to pay, for body and soul to restore boy.
Body and soul to restore. In a year and a day, you'll be able to say,
'my ship has outrun the storm. My ship has outrun the storm'.

Tobacco you were a devil. Like a curse from the day I was born
Maybe I'll meet you in Purgatory. But I'm not in Hell anymore, I'm not your slave after all.
Maybe I'll see you in thirty years. Perhaps I'll won't see you at all. I'm not your slave after all.
My ship has outrun the storm, …And this life is a rose with no thorn.
©Robin M. Rowley, 5th May 2009, Lint, Belgium