About the song
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to transport you back to a time when music was as much about storytelling as it was about melody. A time when a song could paint a vivid picture of a place and its people, evoking emotions as rich and complex as the characters it portrayed. I’m speaking, of course, about the legendary **Elvis Presley**, and his electrifying rendition of **”Polk Salad Annie.”**
This isn’t just a song; it’s a journey into the heart of the American South, a land of stark contrasts and vibrant personalities. **Elvis**, with his unmistakable charisma, takes us on a musical excursion to Louisiana, where the alligators grow mean and the polk salad grows wild. But this isn’t your typical travelogue; it’s a glimpse into the lives of those on the fringes, the ones who live by their wits and survive against the odds.
The protagonist, Annie, is a force of nature, a woman who defies stereotypes and embodies the resilience of the human spirit. She’s a survivor, resourceful and unapologetic, navigating a world that’s often harsh and unforgiving. **Elvis** captures her essence perfectly, his voice imbued with a raw energy that mirrors Annie’s own indomitable spirit.
But **”Polk Salad Annie”** is more than just a character study; it’s a social commentary, a subtle critique of the inequalities and injustices that plague the Deep South. **Elvis**, with his innate understanding of the human condition, brings to life the stories of those who are often overlooked, the ones who struggle to make a living and fight to maintain their dignity in the face of adversity.
The song’s infectious rhythm and bluesy undertones are a testament to **Elvis’s** musical genius, his ability to blend genres and create a sound that’s both familiar and groundbreaking. It’s a sound that resonates with audiences of all ages, transcending generations and cultural boundaries.
**”Polk Salad Annie”** is a reminder that music can be a powerful tool for storytelling, a way to connect with our shared humanity and explore the depths of the human experience. It’s a testament to **Elvis Presley’s** enduring legacy, his ability to captivate and inspire, to leave an indelible mark on the world of music and beyond.
So, sit back, relax, and let **Elvis** take you on a journey to the heart of the South, where the polk salad grows wild and the stories are as rich and flavorful as the music itself.
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Lyrics
If some of ya’ll never been down south too much
Some y’all never been down s-
I’m gonna tell you a little story so’s you’ll understand what I’m talkin’ about
Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods, and the fields
And it looks somethin’ like a turnip green
Everybody calls it polk salad
Now that’s polk salad
Used to know a girl lived down there and she’d go out in the evenings and
Pick her a mess of it
Carry it home and cook it for supper
Because that’s about all they had to eat
But they did all right
Down in Louisiana, where the alligators grow so mean
Lived a girl, that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame
Polk salad Annie, gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Because her momma was a workin’ on the chain gang
A mean vicious woman
Everyday before supper time, she’d go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny
Everybody says it was a shame
Because her momma was a workin’ on the chain gang
A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin’ woman
Lord have Mercy, pick a mess of it
Sock a little polk salad to me
Her daddy was lazy and no-count, claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for
Was stealin’ watermelons out of my truck patch
Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Because her momma was a workin’ on the chain gang
Yeah, sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need me a mess of it
Sock a little
Sock 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)
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