యువతీయువకుల మధ్య పుట్టే ప్రేమ మీద ఎక్కువ పాటలు పాడిన ఎల్విస్ లోని అసలైన ప్రేమని చూపెడుతుంది ఈ “In the Ghetto” పాట. "The Vicious Circle" అనే పేరుతో Mac Davis రాసిన ఈ పాట లోని సాహిత్యం నన్ను కట్టిపడేస్తుంది. చికాగోలోని Ghetto అంటే స్లం లో ఒక చిన్నారి పుట్టుకతో మొదలైన పాట అతనికి సహాయం చేసే చేయి లేకపోవడం వలన ఆకలికి తాళలేక అతను దొంగతనాలు హత్యలు లాంటి నేరాలవైపు ఆకర్షితుడై చివరికి అందులోనే చనిపోయాడనీ.. అదే సమయానికి ఆ Ghetto లో మరో చిన్నారి పుట్టాడనీ.. అతని జీవితం కూడా ఇంతే ఉండబోతుందని సూచిస్తూ ముగుస్తుంది. హృదయాలను కదిలించే పాట... ఎల్విస్ గొంతులో ప్రాణం పోసుకున్నపాట.. విన్నవెంటనే అలాంటి నిస్సహాయులకు సాయం చేయాలనిపించే పాట... మీరూ వినండి.
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
As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born
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
As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
