About The Song
Elvis Presley’s 1969 song “In the Ghetto” stands as a powerful social commentary disguised in the soulful balladry of the King of Rock and Roll. While renowned for his electrifying performances and iconic dance moves, Presley took a bold step with this song, addressing the harsh realities of poverty and societal neglect faced by marginalized communities.
Composed by songwriter Mac Davis, “In the Ghetto” was presented to Presley after being rejected by several other artists. The song resonated deeply with Presley, who, despite his immense success, never forgot his humble beginnings. He delivered a heartfelt performance, capturing the desperation and despair embedded in the lyrics.
The song paints a poignant picture of a child born into poverty, highlighting the struggles and limited opportunities faced by those trapped in disadvantaged circumstances. It questions the indifference of society and urges listeners to acknowledge the suffering and offer a helping hand.
“In the Ghetto” sparked controversy upon its release. Some radio stations refused to play it, deeming it too political or depressing for their audience. However, the song resonated with many, becoming a powerful anthem for social justice and raising awareness about inner-city struggles.
Despite the mixed initial reception, “In the Ghetto” has become a cultural touchstone, recognized for its social message and Presley’s raw and emotional performance. It remains a powerful testament to the enduring impact music can have in raising awareness and sparking conversations about critical social issues.
This introduction provides a brief overview of the song’s history, its social commentary, Presley’s unique contribution, and its lasting impact. It sets the stage for the listener to delve into the song’s powerful message and Presley’s passionate delivery.
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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 way
Well, 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 cries
As 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)