It was on Memorial day, hell, I don't remember when
I quit those damn cigarettes, an' never picked them up again
They ruled my life for twenty years, an' I never knew just why
But I figured out just what they did, an' I decided not to die
I don't know why I started. It was a such a foolish act
But once it got a hold of me it was like we formed a pact
Suckin' smoke into my lungs was such a silly thing
But I continued all those years, unaware what it might bring
Both my folks had smoked, an' still young they both had died
Doctors said the smoke was good, but they we found had lied
I wouldn't buy a carton, I knew I'd not smoke them all
But pack after pack I'd inhale, just headin' for a fall
Still, I was luckier than most, I gave them up in time
Before my second son was born, I stepped back from the line
I tried to stop so many times, I'd used up all my tricks
But finally I drew that line, those cigarettes I'd eighty-six
So I picked out the day I would remember all my life
This time I'd quit for good, and I promised my pregnant wife
I thought it a day appropriate, to honor those who died
This day I vowed I'd stop, no more I'd let it slide
So Memorial day I was born again, I smoked my last cigarette
I thew away the half empty pack, an' I've never felt regret