Introduction:

“Baby, What You Want Me to Do” is a blues song written by Jimmy Reed, a renowned blues singer and harmonica player. It was first recorded by Reed in 1950 for the Vee-Jay label and released in 1951.

The song’s lyrics express the frustration and resignation of a man in a tumultuous relationship. The protagonist repeatedly asks his lover what she wants him to do, highlighting his confusion and willingness to please her, even if it means enduring an uncertain and potentially painful situation. The song’s repetitive structure and simple yet evocative lyrics have made it a popular choice for blues and rock and roll artists.

Over the years, “Baby, What You Want Me to Do” has been covered by numerous musicians, including Muddy Waters, The Rolling Stones, and Jimi Hendrix. It is considered a blues standard and has been inducted into the Blues Foundation Hall of Fame.

Elvis Presley’s version of the song, recorded for his 1968 NBC television special, “Elvis,” showcases his powerful vocals and stage presence. His rendition helped to introduce the song to a wider audience and solidified its place in popular music history.

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