Introduction:

“A Thing Called Love” is a song originally written and recorded by Jerry Reed in 1968. It became a significant country hit, reaching number one on the Billboard Hot Country Singles chart.

Elvis Presley recorded his version of the song in 1971, and it was released on his gospel album “He Touched Me” in 1972. Presley’s rendition, while staying true to the original’s country roots, infused it with his signature rock and roll energy and vocal charisma.

The song explores the complexities and uncertainties of romantic love, with lyrics that capture the thrill and the trepidation of falling in love. It’s a classic country song that resonates with listeners due to its relatable themes of love, loss, and the search for happiness.

Elvis Presley’s version of “A Thing Called Love” further cemented his status as a crossover artist, appealing to both country and rock and roll audiences. It remains a beloved song in his discography and continues to be enjoyed by fans worldwide.

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