Elvis Presley – “Gentle On My Mind”

Elvis Presley – “Gentle On My Mind”

Introduction:

Ah, Elvis Presley and “Gentle On My Mind”, a pairing that might surprise some at first glance. The King of Rock and Roll, known for his electrifying performances and signature hip-swiveling moves, tackling a folk ballad? Well, surprise is exactly what Presley delivered in 1969 with this introspective and beautifully rendered cover.

Originally written and recorded by John Hartford two years prior, “Gentle On My Mind” was a quiet gem in the burgeoning folk scene. Hartford’s gentle strumming and introspective lyrics painted a vivid picture of a restless wanderer, forever seeking new horizons. The song resonated deeply with listeners, becoming a surprise hit and eventually winning Grammys for both Song of the Year and Best Country & Western Recording.

It was against this backdrop that Presley, fresh off his triumphant television special that marked his return to live performance after a seven-year hiatus in films, decided to tackle the song. Working at the legendary American Sound Studios in Memphis with producers Chips Moman and Felton Jarvis, Presley was known for his meticulousness in the studio. This session, however, was different. Gone were the elaborate arrangements and backing vocals that characterized his earlier work. Instead, Presley delivered a stripped-down, almost raw performance, his voice imbued with a vulnerability rarely heard before.

The result is a captivating listen. Presley’s iconic baritone caresses Hartford’s poetic lyrics, bringing a depth and sincerity that perfectly captures the song’s essence. The simple acoustic guitar accompaniment, featuring Presley himself on rhythm, creates an intimate atmosphere, allowing the emotional weight of the lyrics to take center stage. There’s a sense of longing in Presley’s voice as he sings of mountains, deserts, and the ever-present search for a place to belong. It’s a far cry from the swaggering persona he presented on stage, but it’s a side of Presley that resonates just as powerfully.

“Gentle On My Mind” wasn’t a chart-topping hit for Presley, but its impact went beyond mere commercial success. It showcased a remarkable artistic growth, a willingness to explore new territory beyond the confines of rock and roll. This quiet gem became a fan favorite, a testament to Presley’s incredible vocal range and emotional depth. It stands as a reminder that the King wasn’t just about explosive energy and electrifying performances; he could also deliver a heart-wrenching ballad with the best of them. So, the next time you think of Elvis Presley, don’t just picture the sequined jumpsuits and hip-shaking moves. Remember him too for his introspective rendition of “Gentle On My Mind”, a song that proves the King’s versatility and enduring legacy.

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Lyrics:

“Gentle On My Mind”

It’s knowin’ that your door is always open
And you path is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind your couchIt’s knowin’ I’m not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the heat stains that have dried up on some lovin’
That keeps you in the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
It keeps you ever gentle on my mindIt’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns mellowed by me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we’d fit together walking
It’s just knowing that the world will not be cursin’
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you’re moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory and for hours
You’re just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junk yards and the highways come between us
And some other woman’s cryin’ to her mother
‘Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence
Till’ the join might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me ’till I’m blind
But not to where I cannot see you
Walking in the back roads
By the rivers flowing gently on my mind

I dip my cup of soup from a gurgling,
cracking cauldron in some train yard
I’m barely runnin’ cold how
Have a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Who cupped hands around the tin cans
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you’re wavin’ from the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling never changes on my mind