Have you ever listened to a song that feels like a confession wrapped in humor and grit? That’s exactly what “I May Smoke Too Much” delivers—a raw, unapologetic glimpse into the highs, the lows, and the lighthearted truths of life.
At its heart, this song feels like a late-night conversation over a dimly lit table, where someone finally lays their cards on the table. It’s as if the singer is admitting their flaws with a shrug, but there’s no shame here—just a kind of defiant acceptance. The lyrics weave between witty self-awareness and deeper undertones, reflecting on the habits we hold onto, whether they’re good for us or not.
The melody carries a smoky charm, perfectly matching the story it tells. There’s a bluesy undertow that drags you in, but it’s balanced by an upbeat rhythm that keeps you tapping along. It’s not just about smoking, really—it’s about the quirks, the coping mechanisms, and the messy beauty of being human.
What makes “I May Smoke Too Much” stand out is its honesty. It doesn’t preach or pretend. Instead, it invites you to embrace the imperfections, laugh at yourself, and maybe, just maybe, take another look at the choices you make. Whether you’ve got your own vices or you’re just here for a great tune, this one leaves you with a smile—and maybe a bit of introspection
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Lyrics
Once my future was shiny as the
Seat of my pants are today
Then old mother luck and all her
Daughters started duckin’ me
When I finally got tired of just sittin’ there
Watching my life slip away
I said I better start takin’ all the living
That’s a-comin’ to me
Now I love too much, fight too much
Stay out late at night too much
But you bet your butt I’m going to
Live before I die
And I may smoke too much, drink too much
Every blessed thing too much
It’s a low-down life, but it ain’t gonna pass me by
I don’t care if the world don’t ever hear
The sound of my name
And old mother luck and all her daughters
Keep a-duckin’ me
As long as that cat that I gotta look at when
I shave ain’t ashamed
There ain’t no Jody in the world
I’d ever rather be.
Now I love too much, fight too much
Stay out late at night too much
But you bet your butt I’m going to
Live before I die
And I may smoke too much, drink too much
Every blessed thing too much
It’s a low-down life, but it ain’t gonna pass me by