“In the Ghetto,” a poignant ballad by Elvis Presley, took on a new dimension when the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll collaborated with his daughter Marie. This unique duet not only showcased the family’s musical talent but also added a layer of emotional depth to an already powerful narrative. Join us as we explore the heartwarming story behind this iconic father-daughter performance.

Did You Know?

Elvis Presley’s “In the Ghetto” originally released in 1969 as a solo track, addressing social issues and poverty. However, in a heartwarming turn of events, the song was revisited in 2007 when Marie Presley joined her late father in a posthumous duet. The collaboration beautifully bridged the gap between generations, combining Elvis’s classic sound with Marie’s contemporary touch.

The duet version of “In the Ghetto” not only pays tribute to the timeless relevance of the song’s message but also underscores the enduring impact of Elvis Presley’s musical legacy on his family. This touching rendition is a testament to the power of music to connect generations and communicate profound social themes.


Lyrics: In the Ghetto 

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

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