About the song
“An American Trilogy” by Elvis Presley is a powerful and moving medley that showcases his ability to blend different musical styles into a cohesive and impactful performance. Released in 1972, this song stands as a testament to his musical versatility and his deep connection to American history and culture.
The medley consists of three distinct songs: “Dixie,” “All My Trials,” and “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Each song represents a different aspect of American history and identity, and Elvis seamlessly weaves them together into a unified narrative. “Dixie” evokes the romanticized image of the Old South, “All My Trials” speaks to the struggles of African Americans, and “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” celebrates the nation’s resilience and spirit.
Elvis’s vocal delivery is both powerful and emotive. He infuses each song with a sense of passion and conviction, conveying the historical and emotional weight of the lyrics. His ability to transition seamlessly between the different musical styles is a testament to his vocal range and versatility.
The arrangement of “An American Trilogy” is grand and sweeping, with a full orchestra and choir providing a rich and dramatic backdrop for Elvis’s vocals. The use of traditional American folk instruments, such as the banjo and fiddle, adds to the song’s authentic feel.
“An American Trilogy” is more than just a musical performance; it’s a cultural statement. It’s a celebration of American history and identity, and a reminder of the nation’s complex and often turbulent past. Elvis Presley’s rendition of this medley has become an iconic performance, showcasing his ability to connect with audiences on a deep emotional level.
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Lyrics
Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old things they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie
‘Cause Dixieland, that’s where I was born
Early Lord one frosty morning
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry
You know your daddy’s bound to die
But all my trials, Lord, will soon be over
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on
