About the song
“In the Ghetto” by Elvis Presley is a poignant and socially conscious ballad that addresses the cycle of poverty and violence in inner-city communities. Released in 1969 as a single and later included in his album “From Elvis in Memphis,” this song marked a departure from Presley’s typical rock and roll sound and showcased his versatility as an artist.
From the moment Presley’s soulful vocals fill the air, “In the Ghetto” commands listeners’ attention with its emotive storytelling and powerful message. The song’s haunting melody and stirring orchestration create a sense of urgency and poignancy that resonates deeply with audiences.
Lyrically, “In the Ghetto” paints a vivid picture of life in the inner city, depicting the struggles faced by a young boy growing up in poverty and despair. Presley’s heartfelt delivery brings the lyrics to life, conveying a sense of empathy and compassion for those trapped in difficult circumstances.
With its powerful message and timeless melody, “In the Ghetto” has become one of Elvis Presley’s most enduring and iconic songs. Its impact on popular culture and its relevance to social issues continue to resonate with audiences around the world, cementing its status as a classic in the realm of protest songs.
Decades after its release, “In the Ghetto” remains a powerful and poignant reminder of the need for compassion and understanding in addressing the root causes of poverty and inequality. It stands as a testament to Presley’s social conscience and his enduring legacy as one of the greatest voices in music history.
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As the snow fliesOn a cold and gray Chicago mornin’A poor little baby child is bornIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)And his mama cries‘Cause if there’s one thing that she don’t needIt is another hungry mouth to feedIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)People, don’t you understandThe child needs a helping handOr he’ll grow to be an angry young man some dayTake a look at you and meAre we too blind to see?Do we simply turn our headsAnd look the other wayWell, the world turnsAnd a hungry little boy with a runny nosePlays in the street as the cold wind blowsIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)And his hunger burnsSo he starts to roam the streets at nightAnd he learns how to stealAnd he learns how to fightIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)Then one night in desperationThe young man breaks awayHe buys a gun, steals a carTries to run, but he don’t get farAnd his mama criesAs a crowd gathers ’round an angry young manFace down on the street with a gun in his handIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)And as her young man dies(In the ghetto)On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’Another little baby child is bornIn the ghetto(In the ghetto)And his mama cries(In the ghetto)(In the ghetto)(Ah)