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That's all right with you
That's all right, mama, just anyway you do
Well, that's all right, that's all right
That's all right now, mama, anyway you do
Well, Mama, she done told me
Papa done told me too
Son, that gal your foolin' with
She ain't no good for you
But that's all right, that's all right
That's all right now, mama, anyway you do
I'm leaving town, baby
I'm leaving town for sure
Well, then you won't be bothered
With me hanging 'round your door
Well, that's all right, that's all right
That's all right now, mama, anyway you do
Ah da-da dee dee dee-dee
Dee dee dee-dee, dee dee dee-dee
I need your lovin', that's all right
That's all right now, mama, anyway you do
Another song that this pop star stole from a black artist that ended up dying unknown and poor. Elvis should be reviled by music lovers. He represents everything that is wrong with music today.
WRONG on so many levels! Unfortunately, It took Elvis and many other white performers to shine the spotlight on black artists that would have gone through life unnoticed!
thanks again RP for the wide variety of music..
I'm *outraged* that the Delta blues musicians stole the guitar from the tanburs and bowl harps of the ancient Sumerians. They represent everything terrible about music since 4000 BC or so.
and there was never a black pop star that sang songs from a white artist......they probably both end up rich.
What, Elvis borrowed from black music? This is outrageous!! No other white artist before or since has ever done such a thing.
Damn you, Elvis! It's all your fault!!!
Edit April 2020; Despite my dismissive comment above, a quick Wiki check claims "Arthur Crudup was credited as the composer on the label of Presley's single, but even after legal battles into the 1970s, was reportedly never paid royalties. An out-of-court settlement was supposed to pay Crudup an estimated $60,000 in back royalties, but never materialized."
So, while I don't agree that Elvis "represents everything that is wrong with music today" (please), it does appear that Sun sleazed out of paying the writer his royalties.
Another song that this pop star stole from a black artist that ended up dying unknown and poor. Elvis should be reviled by music lovers. He represents everything that is wrong with music today.
My apologies for that rude post; must have been the beer talking. ; )
Actually George was a huge Carl Perkins fan. I read somewhere that he was deliberately imitating him on "What Goes On". And, of course, you don't need to wear shoes of any particular fabric or color to know about the connection between Carl Perkins and Scotty Moore, Elvis' early guitarist.
Deal with it, motherf*ckers.
As long as you don't post it ad nauseum, DEAL!
Deal with it, motherf*ckers.
I miss my dad so much...
Laz., YOUR DAD ROCKED!
Yes, it be true... I miss my dad so much... everybody in my alien space craft loves this song... hope life be grand for you right now, lemmoth...
You know, it just could be true??
Lazarus wrote:
My father was of German, Scottish, French, Jewish and Cherokee ancestry... his father had several low-paying jobs, including sharecropper and truck driver... his mother worked as a sewing machine operator... they met in Tupelo, Mississippi, and eloped to Pontotoc County where they married on June 17, 1933... my dad was born January 8, 1935, in a two room house, built by his father, in East Tupelo... my dad had an identical twin who was stillborn... my dad grew up as an only child and was very close to his momma...
In 1938, my grandfather was jailed for an eight dollar check forgery... while my grandfather was incarcerated, my grandmother lost the family home... my dad was bullied at school; classmates threw rotten fruit and stuff at him because he was different— he was quiet and he stuttered and they called him a "mama's boy"...
In 1946, my father got his first guitar, and the rest is history... he wound up in Memphis, Tennessee, where dad went to record stores that had jukeboxes and listening booths, playing old records and new releases for hours... my father was an audience member at the all-night black and white "gospel sings" downtown... Memphis Symphony Orchestra concerts at Overton Park were another favorite for my dad, along with the Metropolitan Opera...
my mother grew up in an area in Memphis called Germantown, which was right next to my father's property... people used to climb trees in my mother's yard to peer into my father's property... my mother met my father one day in January of 1962 while she was out for a walk in the neighborhood... my mother saw nothing but stars in my father's eyes, and he seduced her... it was just a one-night-stand... my father was soon on tour, and my mother realized she had become pregnant... she quickly married another man, because back in those days a pregnant single woman was a social taboo...
I was born in Memphis, at a hospital two blocks from the Mississippi River... we did not stay in Memphis for long, so I don't remember much... the man my mother married adopted me as his son, and they did not tell me the truth until I was 12 years old, living far away from my father... I sent my true father many letters, but I never heard from him, and he died about a month before I turned 15 years old, before I was old enough to visit him on my own... rest in peace, father...
everybody in my mushrooming multitude of churches loves this song... wish we could rate it higher than a 10...
Always liked the version on the Elvis Comeback Special.
His very first recorded song. He paid for a novelty recording as a present for his Momma. I think the "B" side was "Hound Dog Man"....
He was very big and should have bigger/richer/better managed. His manager made more money than did Elvis... When you get any money the lampreys and remora's come around to feed off the scraps and offer friendship...Happened then and happens today...
His songs could be sung while walking around town... everyone thought they sounded -just- like him...
My father was of German, Scottish, French, Jewish and Cherokee ancestry... his father had several low-paying jobs, including sharecropper and truck driver... his mother worked as a sewing machine operator... they met in Tupelo, Mississippi, and eloped to Pontotoc County where they married on June 17, 1933... my dad was born January 8, 1935, in a two room house, built by his father, in East Tupelo... my dad had an identical twin who was stillborn... my dad grew up as an only child and was very close to his momma...
In 1938, my grandfather was jailed for an eight dollar check forgery... while my grandfather was incarcerated, my grandmother lost the family home... my dad was bullied at school; classmates threw rotten fruit and stuff at him because he was different— he was quiet and he stuttered and they called him a "mama's boy"...
In 1946, my father got his first guitar, and the rest is history... he wound up in Memphis, Tennessee, where dad went to record stores that had jukeboxes and listening booths, playing old records and new releases for hours... my father was an audience member at the all-night black and white "gospel sings" downtown... Memphis Symphony Orchestra concerts at Overton Park were another favorite for my dad, along with the Metropolitan Opera...
my mother grew up in an area in Memphis called Germantown, which was right next to my father's property... people used to climb trees in my mother's yard to peer into my father's property... my mother met my father one day in January of 1962 while she was out for a walk in the neighborhood... my mother saw nothing but stars in my father's eyes, and he seduced her... it was just a one-night-stand... my father was soon on tour, and my mother realized she had become pregnant... she quickly married another man, because back in those days a pregnant single woman was a social taboo...
I was born in Memphis, at a hospital two blocks from the Mississippi River... we did not stay in Memphis for long, so I don't remember much... the man my mother married adopted me as his son, and they did not tell me the truth until I was 12 years old, living far away from my father... I sent my true father many letters, but I never heard from him, and he died about a month before I turned 15 years old, before I was old enough to visit him on my own... rest in peace, father...
everybody in my mushrooming multitude of churches loves this song... wish we could rate it higher than a 10...
Gladys, Elvis & Vernon Presley 1937.
Elvis' family life was turbulent during his early years, largely due to the poverty and financial circumstances of his parents, Vernon and Gladys, however, Elvis grows up within a close-knit, working class family, consisting of his parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, who all live near one another in Tupelo. There is little money, but Vernon and Gladys do their best to provide for their son, who is the center of their lives.
- See more at: https://www.elvispresleymusic.com.au/elvis_presley_1935_1953.html#sthash.oeIJvmpS.dpufGladys, Elvis & Vernon Presley 1937.
Elvis' family life was turbulent during his early years, largely due to the poverty and financial circumstances of his parents, Vernon and Gladys, however, Elvis grows up within a close-knit, working class family, consisting of his parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, who all live near one another in Tupelo. There is little money, but Vernon and Gladys do their best to provide for their son, who is the center of their lives.
- See more at: https://www.elvispresleymusic.com.au/elvis_presley_1935_1953.html#sthash.oeIJvmpS.dpufElvis 1954 --> (When this was recorded)
always love to hear you, dad... love this song...
Everyone is rockin' hard.
The Tent Meeting is on fire with outrage.
But we LOVE this song!
Shaking all over, with granny! Woo hoo!
Dang it... I missed this song... I was out catching squirrels for dinner...
love you, dad... I rated this a big 10 long ago...
Don't know about "birth of rock 'n roll", but this is THE definitive rock-a-billy cut of all time. I don't equate the two, but perhaps there are other POVs regarding that last issue.
Kinda like saying that your parents are the "birth" of everything that is you. There was a bit of history before that....
Elvis wasn't a Big Bang; creating something out of minute nothingness. But I'd say this was one hell of a great step in evolution!
Don't know about "birth of rock 'n roll", but this is THE definitive rock-a-billy cut of all time. I don't equate the two, but perhaps there are other POVs regarding that last issue.
brilliant observation. Scotty doesn't get enough credit.
WonderLizard wrote:
To me Chuck Berry is the real King of Rock and Roll. Sure Elvis could sing and shake his hips but he didn’t write most of his songs and was an average guitar player at best. Chuck sang and wrote his own songs. Chuck also gave us the “duck walk” and guitar techniques that are still used to this day. Just my two cents.
word don't forget Carl Perkins of Johnny Burnett & the R'n R Trio
TEN
PERIOD.
To me Chuck Berry is the real King of Rock and Roll. Sure Elvis could sing and shake his hips but he didn’t write most of his songs and was an average guitar player at best. Chuck sang and wrote his own songs. Chuck also gave us the “duck walk” and guitar techniques that are still used to this day. Just my two cents.
Hell yes! The King at his best! More of this old school, please!