Introduction:
Released in 1979 on the album Just Tammy, “They Call It Makin’ Love” is a country song by the legendary Tammy Wynette. This song explores the complexities of love and intimacy within a failing relationship. While the physical act of intimacy might be present, the emotional connection is absent, leaving the protagonist feeling empty and alone.
Written by Bobby Braddock and Curly Putman, “They Call It Makin’ Love” is a poignant ballad produced by Billy Sherrill, known for his polished “countrypolitan” sound that brought together elements of country and pop music. Sherrill’s production style is evident in “They Call It Makin’ Love,” which features lush orchestration and Wynette’s signature, emotive vocals.
“They Call It Makin’ Love” was a critical and commercial success for Wynette. It reached number six on Billboard’s Hot Country Singles chart, solidifying her place as a country music superstar. The song’s enduring popularity lies in its relatable themes. Many people have experienced the disconnect between physical intimacy and emotional love, and Wynette’s powerful vocals convey this complex reality with raw honesty.
“They Call It Makin’ Love” became a cornerstone of Tammy Wynette’s career, showcasing her ability to deliver vocally challenging material that resonated deeply with listeners. The song also stands as a testament to the songwriting talents of Braddock and Putman, who crafted a lyric that cuts straight to the heart of a complex emotional state.
The enduring legacy of “They Call It Makin’ Love” is further evidenced by the numerous cover versions by other artists. This song continues to be a popular choice for singers who want to explore the darker side of love and relationships within the country music genre. “They Call It Makin’ Love” represents a significant contribution to Tammy Wynette’s illustrious career and remains an important song in the vast catalog of country music.
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Lyrics:
A little barroom, on his way homeA bed to lay on in a room upstairsWhat’s her name? He’ll never see her againClose the door, who knows? Who cares?
And they call it making loveMaking love, making loveThrow it down, pick it upDress it up and call it love
Together alone like nothing’s wrongIn a house called home, in a double bedThey’ve grown so far apart, they just fumble in the darkNot one single word is said
And they call it making loveMaking love, making loveThrow it down, pick it upDress it up and call it love
And they call it making loveMaking love, making loveThrow it down (throw it down), pick it up (pick it up)Dress it up and call it love
And they call it making loveMaking love, making love