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By 1970, Elvis Presley was already a solidified icon. His electrifying rock and roll had taken the world by storm in the 1950s, and his career had transitioned into successful film roles and a residency in Las Vegas. However, Elvis never strayed far from his musical roots, which were deeply embedded in American country and gospel music. This is evident in “Make The World Go Away,” a heartfelt ballad released in 1970 that showcased a more mature and soulful side of the King of Rock and Roll.

“Make The World Go Away” wasn’t penned by Presley himself, but by the legendary country songwriter Hank Cochran. Cochran, known for his poignant lyrics and storytelling ability, crafted a song that resonated deeply with themes of love, escape, and finding solace in a troubled world. The lyrics paint a picture of a couple seeking refuge from their worries in each other’s arms, longing for a simpler time where their love can conquer all.

The production of the song was overseen by Felton Jarvis, a longtime collaborator with Elvis. Jarvis, known for his ability to blend genres and create lush soundscapes, crafted a beautiful arrangement for “Make The World Go Away.” The song features a gentle acoustic guitar melody, a driving yet soulful rhythm section, and a tasteful string section that swells during the chorus. Elvis’s iconic vocals take center stage, delivering the song with a sincerity and depth that resonated with audiences. The signature backing vocals of The Imperials, a gospel quartet who frequently accompanied Elvis, add a layer of emotional resonance to the track.

“Make The World Go Away” wasn’t a chart-topping smash hit for Elvis, but it did achieve a respectable number 55 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. More importantly, the song resonated with fans and critics alike. It became a staple of Elvis’s live performances in Las Vegas, showcasing his versatility as a performer and his enduring connection to country music. Today, “Make The World Go Away” remains a beloved track in Elvis’s vast catalog, a testament to his ability to deliver emotional ballads with just as much power as his rock and roll anthems.

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