About the song
Cal Smith, a name synonymous with the golden era of country music, etched his mark with the timeless ballad, “The Lord Knows I’m Drinking.” This poignant track, penned by Bill Anderson, offers a stark critique of small-town hypocrisy and the weight of societal expectations. Released in 1972, it became Smith’s first number-one country hit, solidifying his position as a leading figure in the genre.
Before “The Lord Knows I’m Drinking,” Smith had been making his mark in the country music scene, gaining recognition for his performances with Ernest Tubb’s Texas Troubadours. However, it was this song that truly catapulted him to stardom. The track’s raw emotional intensity resonated deeply with audiences, striking a chord with those who had felt the sting of judgment or the burden of societal pressures.
The song’s narrative unfolds with a sense of resignation. The protagonist, weary of the hypocrisy and double standards prevalent in his small-town community, turns to alcohol as a means of coping. He acknowledges that his actions are not without sin, but he also questions the righteousness of those who cast stones. The lyrics, filled with both bitterness and a hint of defiance, paint a vivid picture of a man struggling to reconcile his own flaws with the judgment of others.
Smith’s vocal delivery is a testament to his artistry. His voice, rich and expressive, conveys the character’s pain and disillusionment with authenticity. The melody, both haunting and uplifting, complements the lyrics, creating a powerful and memorable composition.
“The Lord Knows I’m Drinking” remains a cornerstone of country music’s rich legacy. Its enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless themes and Smith’s unforgettable performance. It’s a song that continues to resonate with listeners, reminding us of the human condition and the complexities of life.
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Lyrics
Hello Mrs Johnson, you self righteous woman
Sunday school teacher, what brings you out slummin’
Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are
Standin’ here, visitin’ with a back-slidin’ Christian in a neighborhood barWell, yes, that’s my bottle and yes, that’s my glass
And I see you’re eyeballin’, this pretty young lass
It ain’t none of your business but yes, she’s with me
And we don’t need no sermon, you self-righteous woman just let us beThe Lord knows I’m drinkin’ and runnin’ around
And He don’t need your loud mouth informin’ the town
The Lord knows I’m sinnin’ and sinnin’ ain’t right
But me and the good Lord’s gonna have us a good talk later tonightGoodbye, Mrs.Johnson, you self-righteous biddy
I don’t need your preachin’ and I don’t need your pity
So, go back to whatever, you hypocrites do
And when I talk to Heaven, be nice and I’ll put in a good word for youThe Lord knows I’m drinkin’ and runnin’ around
And He don’t need your loud mouth informin’ the town
The Lord knows I’m sinnin’ and sinnin’ ain’t right
But me and the good Lord’s gonna have us a good talk later tonight