Introduction to “Polk Salad Annie” by Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley, the “King of Rock and Roll,” is a name synonymous with music history. His iconic voice, captivating stage presence, and revolutionary blend of genres have solidified his status as one of the most influential musicians of all time.
Background
Released in 1969 as part of the album “From Elvis in Memphis,” “Polk Salad Annie” is a high-energy rock and roll number that incorporates elements of blues, gospel, and country music.
The song’s infectious rhythm, catchy melody, and Presley’s dynamic vocal performance make it a timeless classic that continues to resonate with audiences today.
The song’s title, “Polk Salad Annie,” refers to a fictional character who is often depicted as a sassy and independent woman.
The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a lively and carefree atmosphere, with references to dancing, drinking, and having a good time. Presley’s energetic delivery and the band’s tight musicianship perfectly capture the song’s upbeat and celebratory mood.
One of the most striking aspects of “Polk Salad Annie” is Presley’s vocal performance. His voice is full of raw emotion and intensity, and he effortlessly switches between singing and shouting, adding to the song’s dynamic energy.
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Lyrics
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If some of ya’ll never been down south too muchSome y’all never been down s-I’m gonna tell you a little story so’s you’ll understand what I’m talkin’ aboutDown there we have a plant that grows out in the woods, and the fieldsAnd it looks somethin’ like a turnip greenEverybody calls it polk saladNow that’s polk saladUsed to know a girl lived down there and she’d go out in the evenings andPick her a mess of itCarry it home and cook it for supperBecause that’s about all they had to eatBut they did all rightDown in Louisiana, where the alligators grow so meanLived a girl, that I swear to the worldMade the alligators look tamePolk salad Annie, gators got your grannyEverybody said it was a shameBecause her momma was a workin’ on the chain gangA mean vicious womanEveryday before supper time, she’d go down by the truck patchAnd pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sackPolk salad Annie, the gators got your grannyEverybody says it was a shameBecause her momma was a workin’ on the chain gangA wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin’ womanLord have Mercy, pick a mess of itSock a little polk salad to meHer daddy was lazy and no-count, claimed he had a bad backAll her brothers were fit forWas stealin’ watermelons out of my truck patchPolk salad Annie, the gators got your grannyEverybody said it was a shameBecause her momma was a workin’ on the chain gangYeah, sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need me a mess of itSock a littleSock a little polk salad to me, you know I need a real mess of it (chick-a-boom)Sock a little polk salad, you know I need a real (chick-a-boom)Ching-ching-ching-ching-a-ling (chick-a-boom)Ching-ching-ching-ching-a-ling (chick-a-boom)Ching-ching-ching-ching-a-ling (chick-a-boom)Ching-ching-ching-ching-a-ling (chick-a-boom)Ching-ching-ching-ching-a-ling (chick-a-boom)Ching-ching-ching-ching-a-ling (chick-a-boom)Ching-ching-ching-ching-a-ling (chick-a-boom)Ching-ching-ching-ching-a-ling (chick-a-boom)