“In the Ghetto” is a song recorded by Elvis Presley. It was released in 1969 as a single and later included in his album “From Elvis in Memphis.” The song tells the story of a child born into poverty in a rundown neighborhood and explores themes of social injustice and the cycle of poverty.

Elvis Presley’s powerful rendition of this song resonated with audiences and became one of his significant hits.

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The song was written by Mac Davis, an American country music singer-songwriter, and it was inspired by his own experiences growing up in Lubbock, Texas.

The lyrics and Elvis’s emotive delivery make “In the Ghetto” a poignant commentary on the struggles faced by disadvantaged communities.

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The song’s message continues to be relevant today, highlighting the importance of addressing social and economic disparities.

“In the Ghetto” remains a timeless classic in Elvis Presley’s discography and a testament to his ability to convey powerful social messages through music.

“In The Ghetto”

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghettoAnd his mama cries
‘Cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghettoPeople, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?

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Well, the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal, and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun,
Steals a car,
Tries to run,
But he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ’round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

And as her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

And his mama cries