Introduction

How’s The World Treating You? – A Heartbreak Ballad from the King
Elvis Presley’s “How’s The World Treating You?” might not be one of his most famous tracks, but it offers a glimpse into a lesser-known side of the King of Rock and Roll: vulnerability. Recorded on September 1st, 1956, at Radio Recorders in Hollywood, the song landed on his self-titled debut album, released later that year.

There’s some debate about the exact authorship of the song. While credited to Elvis himself alongside Boudleaux and Chet Atkins, some speculate Elvis might have played a larger role in its creation ([Source: Keith Flynn Recording Sessions]). This adds a layer of personal touch, hinting that the lyrics might reflect a real heartbreak in Elvis’s early days of fame.

The song itself is a slow ballad, a stark contrast to the high-energy rockabilly sound Elvis was known for. The lyrics paint a picture of deep sorrow after a breakup. Lines like “I’ve had nothing but sorrow / Since you said we were through / There’s no hope for tomorrow” capture the emotional devastation. The constant refrain of “How’s the world treating you?” is both a desperate plea and a bitter comparison of his own misery.

“How’s The World Treating You?” stands as a testament to Elvis’s musical range. It showcases his ability to deliver a powerful ballad, expressing emotions beyond the usual rock and roll swagger. While not a chart-topper, the song offers a valuable window into a more introspective side of the young Elvis Presley.

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