An American Trilogy – Elvis Presley

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An American Trilogy is a song that gained popularity through its rendition by Elvis Presley. It’s a medley of three 19th-century American folk songs arranged by Mickey Newbury: “Dixie,” “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” and “All My Trials.” Elvis Presley began performing this song in the early 1970s during his live concerts, often as a powerful and moving closer to his shows.

The song’s arrangement is notable for blending together these three distinct pieces that have historical and cultural significance in the United States. “Dixie” is a well-known Southern folk song, “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” is a patriotic anthem from the Civil War era, and “All My Trials” is a spiritual song that gained popularity during the civil rights movement.

Elvis Presley’s rendition of “An American Trilogy” became a symbol of unity and reconciliation during a tumultuous period in American history, given its combination of songs associated with different regions and perspectives. The song’s emotional impact, along with Elvis’s passionate performances, helped cement it as a memorable part of his musical legacy.

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It’s worth noting that while Elvis Presley’s version is perhaps the most famous, other artists have also performed their own interpretations of “An American Trilogy.” The song’s medley of tunes that carry historical and cultural significance continues to resonate with audiences as a representation of the complex and diverse tapestry of American identity.

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Lyrics “An American Trilogy”


Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away, DixielandSing it, fellas.

Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixieland
I’ll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie

For Dixieland I was born
Early Lord one frosty morn’
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, soon be over

Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on

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