Long and Slow (Cigar Mans Song)

Verse 1
Well I used to sell insurance, wore a tie and a frown
Pushing paper for a living in a cubicle downtown
Now I drive the back roads of the Okanagan sun
With a case of Cuban seed leaf and a job that’s finally done right

Verse 2
I roll into the tobacco shops from Kelowna to the coast
Shake the hands of honest men who know the thing they’re selling
I ain’t peddling nothing that I wouldn’t smoke myself
Every stick I’m carrying, I carry with some meaning

Chorus
I like cigars, I like ‘em long and slow
A good cigar don’t hurry, and neither do I go
Give me a porch, a whiskey, and a sky that’s turning dark
I like cigars — that’s my brand, that’s my mark

Verse 3
There’s a fella down in Nanaimo rolls his own by hand
There’s a woman up in Prince George reads the smoke to understand
The years that came before her and the years she’s got to go
I just bring the leaf and let the rest of it unfold

Verse 4
Some men chase the money till the money runs ‘em down
I just chase the sunset to the edge of every town
Canadian Craft runs through me now like something in the blood
I found the thing I’m good at, standing in the mud

Chorus
I like cigars, I like ‘em long and slow
A good cigar don’t hurry, and neither do I go
Give me a porch, a whiskey, and a sky that’s turning dark
I like cigars — that’s my brand, that’s my mark

Bridge
Ain’t no shortcuts in the aging, ain’t no shortcuts in this life
You roll it slow, you burn it right, you carry it through the strife
So when they ask what I do now, I don’t say much at all
I just hand ’em one and light it, let the smoke rise and fall

Chorus (out)
I like cigars, I like ‘em long and slow
A good cigar don’t hurry, and neither do I go
Give me a porch, a whiskey, and a sky that’s turning dark
I like cigars — that’s my brand, that’s my mark
I like cigars