What were those nasty cigarettes That you used to smoke? In 1992, when we first met You know me and Kay were laughing Yeah, but you didn't get the joke Wisely skeptical Hadn't made your mind up yet You smoked Kool Milds Kool Milds, you smoked Kool Milds All that menthol in the air Kool Milds Kool Milds, you smoked Kool Milds So you wouldn't have to share We'll blame it on your sister, Darcy Or that bartender at the Wing We'll blame it on Branford Back when he was playing with Sting We'll blame it on those sweet, thick Charleston, lovely summer nights That took all your stupid law school dreams And hid 'em out of sight You smoked Kool Milds Kool Milds, you smoked Kool Milds All that menthol in the air Kool Milds Kool Milds, you smoked Kool Milds So you wouldn't have to share We would wait until afternoon showers Washed the pine dust into the pond Then we'd play to the girls from Ohio With them streaks of southern blond Thirty years have gone by me Goddamn, where'd it go? Robbie said it's impossible What the hell does he know? We'll take this ol' waltz of his Hope mine never ends I'll stay out here on the road Making music with my friends These have been kool miles Kool miles, these have been kool miles I'd do 'em again, and again, and again, and Kool miles Kool miles, these have been kool miles I'd do 'em again, and again, and again, and Kool miles Kool miles, these have been kool miles, my friend