Elvis Presley: A Bold Assertion in “U.S. Male”
Elvis Presley’s “U.S. Male” stands as a defiant proclamation amidst the evolving soundscape of the late 1960s. A stark departure from the romantic ballads that had previously defined his career, this track reveals a more assertive and confident side of the King. Its blues-infused rhythm and Presley’s raw vocal delivery inject a potent energy into the song, a far cry from the lush orchestral arrangements of his film soundtracks.
Background
Beyond its musical prowess, “U.S. Male” offers a glimpse into the complex persona of Elvis Presley. It’s a defiant assertion of individuality in a world that increasingly sought to categorize and define artists.
While perhaps overshadowed by some of Presley’s more iconic ballads, “U.S. Male” remains a compelling testament to his artistic versatility. It is a track that invites repeated listens, revealing new layers of complexity with each engagement.
As a cornerstone of Presley’s evolution, the song continues to resonate with audiences, offering a fresh perspective on the King of Rock and Roll.
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Lyrics
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I’m a U.S. male ’cause I was bornIn a Mississippi town, on a Sunday mornNow Mississippi just happens to occupy a placeIn the southeastern portion of this, here United StatesNow that’s a matter of fact, buddyAnd you know it wellSo I just call myself the U.S. maleThat’s M.A.L.E, son, that’s me!Now I said all that to say all thisI’ve been watchin’ the way, you’ve been watchin’ my missFor the last three weeks you been hot on her trailAnd you kinda upset this U.S. maleYou touch her once with your greasy handsI’m gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber bandShe’s wearin’ a ring that I bought her on saleAnd that makes her the property of this U.S. maleYou better not mess with the U.S. male, my friendThe U.S. male gets mad, he’s gonna do you inYou know what’s good for yourself, sonYou better find somebody else, sonDon’t tamper with the property of the U.S. maleAlright, alrightI’ve stayed eleven yearsThrough rain and the heat and the sleet and the snowThe U.S. male is on his toesQuit watchin’ my woman, for that ain’t wiseYou ain’t pullin’ no wool over this boy’s eyesI catch you ’round my woman, champI’m gonna leave your head ’bout the shape of a stampKinda flattened out, so you’ll do wellTo quit playin’ games with this U.S. maleYou better not mess with the U.S. male, my friendThe U.S. male gets mad, he’s gonna do you inYou know what’s good for yourself, sonYou better find somebody else, sonDon’t tamper with the property of the U.S. maleSock it to me one timeOkay babyAlrightI’m gonna tell it like it is sonI catch you messin’ ’round with that woman of mineI’m gonna lay one on you, you’re talkin’ to the U.S. maleThe American U.S. male