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Introduction:

Now, folks, gather ’round and let’s take a trip down south, way down to the heart of the Sun King’s repertoire. Today, we set our sights not on the pelvis-swiveling rock and roll that made Elvis Presley a legend, but on a swampier, altogether grittier side of the King. We’re here to delve into a live performance of “Polk Salad Annie”, a song that injects a healthy dose of Southern storytelling and bluesy swagger into Elvis’s already electrifying persona.

Released in 1970, “Polk Salad Annie” wasn’t exactly a chart-topper. Originally written by Tony Joe White, the song found its way into Elvis’s hands and became a staple of his live shows throughout the 70s. This live rendition, the exact date and location unfortunately lost to time, captures the raw energy and improvisational spirit that defined Elvis’s later years. While some might argue his polished studio recordings showcased his vocal prowess, it’s these electrifying live cuts that truly reveal the unbridled charisma and showmanship that made him the King.

“Polk Salad Annie” throws us headfirst into a world steeped in Southern Gothic imagery. The titular Polk Salad Annie isn’t your typical rock and roll muse. She’s a wild child, a product of a dysfunctional family, living off the land in the Louisiana bayou. The song’s narrator, with a wink and a nudge, paints a picture of a life far removed from the glitz and glam of Vegas. We hear about Annie’s mama, a “mean, vicious woman” working on a chain gang, and her lazy, no-good father. It’s a world where survival hinges on picking wild greens like polk salad for supper, and alligators lurk just beyond the porch light.

But Elvis doesn’t dwell solely on the hardships. There’s a sly humor woven into the narrative, a playful wink in his voice as he tells this outrageous tale. The song’s structure is loose, allowing Elvis to riff and banter with the audience, injecting his own brand of Southern charm. The backing band, fueled by a chugging rhythm section and wailing guitars, perfectly complements the energy of the performance. It’s a far cry from the polished productions of the 50s, but it’s this rawness, this willingness to embrace the unexpected, that makes “Polk Salad Annie” such a captivating listen.

So, put on your metaphorical blue suede shoes and get ready to be transported to a different side of Elvis Presley. This live rendition of “Polk Salad Annie” is a testament to the King’s adaptability and his ability to connect with his audience on a visceral level. It’s a reminder that Elvis wasn’t just a heartthrob or a pop icon; he was a true entertainer, a master storyteller, and a performer who could electrify a stage with just his voice and a captivating song.

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Lyrics:

“Polk Salad Annie”

Some of you all never been down South too much…
I’ gonna tell you a little story, so you’ll understand where I’m talking about
Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods and the fields,
and it looks something like a turnip green.
Everybody calls it Polk salad. Now that’s Polk salad.
Used to know a girl that lived down there and
she’d go out in the evenings to pick a mess of it…
Carry it home and cook it for supper, ’cause 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
For the mama was working on the chain-gang
What a mean, vicious woman

Everyday before suppertime
She’d go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of Polk salad
And carry it home in a tote sack

Polk salad Annie
‘Gators got you granny
Everybody said it was a shame
‘Cause the mama was working on the chain-gang
Whoo, how wretched, dispiteful, straight-razor totin’ woman,
Lord have mercy.

Sock a little Polk salad to him
Yeah, you know what, yeah, yeah

But daddy was a lazy and a no-count
Claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for
Was stealing watermelons out of my truck

For once Polk salad Annie
‘Gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
For the mama was working on the chain-gang

Sock a little Polk salad to him
You know what meets a meal mention
You sock a little
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah
Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon
Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon
Sock a little Polk salad to him
You know what meets a meal mention
Sock a little Polk salad to him
You know what meets a meal mention
Chinc, chinc, chinc, chin, ling, ling ling