Introduction:
“An American Trilogy,” popularized by Elvis Presley in 1972, is a powerful medley that reflects a complex mix of American history and culture. Arranged by singer-songwriter Mickey Newbury, the piece combines three distinct songs: the Southern anthem “Dixie,” the Union marching tune “Battle Hymn of the Republic,” and the folk spiritual “All My Trials.” These songs each represent different facets of the American experience, from the Confederacy to Northern pride, and a lullaby symbolizing spiritual resilience. Presley’s rendition amplifies this medley with a dramatic orchestral arrangement by his band member Glen D. Hardin, creating a uniquely emotive performance.
Recorded live in Las Vegas in 1972, “An American Trilogy” became a concert staple for Presley, showcasing his skill at blending historical themes with a passionate delivery. The song particularly resonated with him, perhaps due to its reflection on the country’s divided past and its themes of reconciliation—a message that gained poignancy during a time when America was grappling with cultural shifts. Despite not becoming a major chart-topping single, the song remains one of his most cherished live performances and is known for capturing his interpretive depth and patriotism.
The medley also reflects the complexities of the South, a place Presley knew intimately. While “Dixie” evokes nostalgia for Southern life, the inclusion of “Battle Hymn of the Republic” and “All My Trials” represents a broader national journey toward unity and hope. Through this performance, Presley’s artistry connected audiences to a profound historical narrative, making “An American Trilogy” one of the most enduring pieces of his late career and a defining moment in his concerts.
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Lyrics:
“An American Trilogy”
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland
Sing 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