You Smoke Too Much

Old 97s · Other Songs - Old 97s

Hey, you smoke too much of what it was

To be in a pocket all padded up

The time you loved and long from now

Oh, how a year can turn around

Oh, how a year can turn around



Hey, you drink too much with your old friends

Prisoner on their suicide binge

To see them here as they were then

All went to bag years, none have been

All went to bag years, none have been



I hung you up in my little place

When 21 was on your face

Carried you 'round for all to see

I sung you for all who would listen to me



Now they ask, "Hey, what's in the shell?"

I tell them, "No human tongue can tell"

I tell them, "No human tongue can tell"



Hey, you said too much of what went down

Ain't no word's gonna shut it up now

You follow smiles and pretty things

On to the California dream



You held it down but now it's free

You're holdin' it now where none can see

You're holdin' it now where none can see



I hung you up in my little place

When 21 was on your face

I carried you 'round for all to see

I sang you for all who would listen to me



And now they ask, "Hey, what's in the shell?"

I tell them, "No human tongue can tell"

I tell them, "No human tongue can tell"



Hey, you smoke too much of what it was

Oh, how a year can turn around

You Smoke Too Much

Old 97s deliver a gritty, raw performance on 'You Smoke Too Much,' a track that embodies the band's signature blend of Southern rock and punk energy. Released during their prolific early era, the song features the group's characteristic vocal harmonies and driving instrumentation, capturing the chaotic spirit of their live shows. The recording reflects the band's commitment to authentic, unpolished sound, avoiding mainstream production in favor of a visceral, garage-rock aesthetic. As part of their extensive discography, the track stands as a testament to their influence on the alternative rock scene of the 1990s, showcasing their ability to fuse regional sounds into a cohesive and memorable musical identity.