Introduction:

“Trying to Get to You” is a classic rock and roll song that showcases Elvis Presley’s raw talent and early musical style. Written by Rose Marie McCoy and Margie Singleton, it was originally recorded by The Eagles (a different group than the famous band) in 1954.

Elvis first attempted to record the song at Sun Records in February 1955, but the initial recording was deemed unsatisfactory. However, he revisited it on July 11, 1955, and this version was ultimately released on his debut RCA album, “Elvis Presley,” in March 1956.

The song features a driving beat and Elvis’s signature vocal delivery, with his powerful voice and distinctive phrasing bringing the lyrics to life. “Trying to Get to You” exemplifies the raw energy and emotional intensity that characterized Elvis’s early recordings. It remains a fan favorite and a staple in many Elvis Presley compilations and concert performances.

While not as commercially successful as some of his other hits, “Trying to Get to You” holds a significant place in Elvis Presley’s discography. It provides a glimpse into his early musical development and showcases the raw talent that would propel him to global stardom.

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