About the song
If there’s one song that encapsulates the heart and soul of America, it’s undoubtedly Elvis Presley’s “An American Trilogy.” Released in 1972, this powerful ballad weaves together three 19th-century folk songs: “Dixie,” “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” and “All My Trials.” Presley’s soulful rendition, coupled with Mickey Newbury’s poignant lyrics, has solidified its place as a timeless classic.
At first glance, the combination of these three songs might seem jarring. “Dixie,” often associated with the Confederacy, sits alongside the Union’s anthem, “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” But it’s precisely this juxtaposition that makes “An American Trilogy” so compelling. It’s a musical meditation on the complexities of American history, a recognition of both our triumphs and our tragedies.
Presley’s vocals are nothing short of extraordinary. His voice, rich with emotion and experience, imbues each verse with a depth of feeling that resonates with listeners of all ages. Whether he’s singing about the nostalgia of the Old South or the hope of a new beginning, his performance is both heartfelt and haunting.
The song’s arrangement is equally impressive. The backing vocals, strings, and piano create a lush, orchestral sound that complements Presley’s voice perfectly. The gradual build-up of tension throughout the song culminates in a powerful and cathartic climax.
“An American Trilogy” is more than just a song; it’s a statement. It’s a reminder of the diversity and complexity of the American experience. It’s a testament to the power of music to unite people from all walks of life.
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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
