Elvis Presley’s Social Commentary Through Music: In the Ghetto Still Resonates Today

Introduction:

Elvis Presley, a legendary figure in the world of music, wasn’t just known for his electrifying performances but also for his ability to tell poignant stories through his songs. “In the Ghetto,” released in 1969, is a testament to Presley’s storytelling prowess. This moving ballad delves into the harsh realities of poverty and its cycle, leaving listeners both touched and introspective.

Did You Know?

Did you know that “In the Ghetto” was a departure from Elvis Presley’s typical style, as it delved into social commentary? Written by Mac Davis, the song highlights the struggles faced by a young boy born into poverty, while also shedding light on the broader issue of urban poverty. Elvis’s emotive rendition gave the song a depth that resonated with audiences around the world. “In the Ghetto” received critical acclaim and remains a memorable piece of Presley’s legacy.

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Lyrics

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto

And his mama cries
‘Cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, 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?

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