3.240 20 Cigarettes Morgan Wallen Twenty cigarettes and I lit me one On that redwood deck on the Mon Brian She was with her friends, left her standin' there There was more than smoke on that summer air We burnt two while she told me by her hometown She was drinkin' Titos, said I better slow down I was like: Hell, no, I ain't drinkin' by myself, no Said she loved my accent so I kept talkin' Reached for the pack on the table by my wallet We tore off to light the night we had lived With thirteen cigarettes and I lit me one With the windows cracked in my old half ton Singin' take me home on them country roads So I turned off on one and next thing you know We had a beer bottle lookin' like an ashtray Under that full Moon she was 'bout halfway Naked in my truck bed, so I helped her with the rest She was sayin' my name, barely even knew it We were both lyin', said we never do this To the music of the wind on the woods It was probably somewhere around two In the morning by the time we got down to That lucky cigarette, layin' on our backs We were out of breath, we both took a drag Blew it in the sky, she was gone like that One hell of a night, one hell of a pack
Not really, as various countries produce cigarette packs of 10, 25, 30, or even larger numbers of cigarettes depending on different factors
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01 Dead Flowers
Colourful cigarette boxes have a great significance for the cigarette industry
