About the SongTom Jones – Tom Jones Sings She's A Lady (1971, Terre Haute Press, Vinyl) - Discogs

Tom Jones’s “She’s A Lady” is a timeless classic that topped the charts in 1971. Here’s a breakdown of this iconic song:

Origins and Success: Written by legendary singer-songwriter Paul Anka, “She’s A Lady” was originally intended for his own album. However, Tom Jones’s powerful vocals and charismatic delivery took the song to new heights. His version became a massive hit, reaching #2 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and solidifying Jones’s status as a global superstar.

A Celebration of Femininity: The song is a charming ode to a sophisticated woman. The lyrics, delivered with Jones’s signature smooth baritone, paint a picture of a graceful, intelligent, and independent woman. Lines like “She’s a lady with a magazine smile / And the world unfolds right before her eyes” create a captivating image of a woman who commands respect and admiration.

Sophisticated Soul with a Pop Appeal: Musically, “She’s A Lady” blends elements of soul and pop. The soulful backing vocals and horns add depth and richness, while the catchy melody and driving beat ensure the song remains accessible and fun. This perfect blend of sophistication and pop sensibility is a key factor in the song’s enduring appeal.

A Song That Has Aged Well: Unlike some songs from the era, “She’s A Lady” hasn’t lost its charm. The respectful portrayal of women and the timeless qualities of love and admiration make the song relevant even today. It’s a welcome change from some more stereotypical love songs of the past.

A Signature Tune for Tom Jones: “She’s A Lady” is undeniably a signature song for Tom Jones. It perfectly showcases his vocal prowess and stage presence. Even today, the song remains a highlight of his live performances, eliciting cheers and singalongs from audiences worldwide.

“She’s A Lady” stands as a testament to the power of a well-crafted song and a charismatic performer. It’s a celebration of femininity, a delightful blend of musical styles, and a song that continues to capture hearts across generations.Picture background

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Lyrics: “She’s A Lady”

 

Well she’s all you’d ever want,
She’s the kind they’d like to flaunt and take to dinner.
Well she always knows her place.
She’s got style, she’s got grace, She’s a winner.
She’s a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, She’s a Lady.
Talkin’ about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
Well she’s never in the way
Always something nice to say, Oh what a blessing.
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she’s okay alone, and there’s no messing.
She’s a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She’s a lady.
Talkin’ about that little lady, and the lady is mine.
Well she never asks for very much and I don’t refuse her.
Always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her.
What she’s got is hard to find, and I don’t want to lose her
Help me build a mountain from my little pile of clay. Hey, hey, hey.
Well she knows what I’m about,
She can take what I dish out, and that’s not easy,
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.
She’s a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She’s a lady.
Talkin’ about that little lady and the lady is mine.
Yeah yeah yeah She’s a Lady
Listen to me baby, She’s a Lady
Whoa whoa whoa, She’s a Lady
And the Lady is mine
Yeah yeah yeah She’s a Lady
Talkin about this little lady
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa and the lady is mine
Yeah yeah She’s a Lady
And the Lady is mine.

 

 

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