Music Video

In the Ghetto (with The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
Lead Vocals
Royal Philharmonic Orchestra
Royal Philharmonic Orchestra
Orchestra
Nick Patrick
Nick Patrick
Percussion
Don Reedman
Don Reedman
Percussion
Andy Caine
Andy Caine
Background Vocals
Mary Holladay
Mary Holladay
Background Vocals
Gene Chrisman
Gene Chrisman
Drums
Donna Thatcher
Donna Thatcher
Background Vocals
Adam Goldsmith
Adam Goldsmith
Guitar
Susan Pilkington
Susan Pilkington
Background Vocals
Dominic Ferris
Dominic Ferris
Piano
Reggie Young
Reggie Young
Acoustic Guitar
Laurence Cottle
Laurence Cottle
Bass
Shena Winchester
Shena Winchester
Background Vocals
Ralph Salmins
Ralph Salmins
Drums
Miriam Grey
Miriam Grey
Background Vocals
Ian Maclay
Ian Maclay
Orchestra Manager
Jeannie Greene
Jeannie Greene
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mac Davis
Mac Davis
Songwriter
Robin Smith
Robin Smith
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Patrick
Nick Patrick
Producer
Don Reedman
Don Reedman
Producer
Priscilla Presley
Priscilla Presley
Executive Producer
Peter Cobbin
Peter Cobbin
Engineer
Kirsty Whalley
Kirsty Whalley
Recording Engineer
Pete Schwier
Pete Schwier
Mixing Engineer
Simon Hanhart
Simon Hanhart
Engineer
Vic Anesini
Vic Anesini
Mastering Engineer
Gordon Davidson
Gordon Davidson
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
(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
(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
(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
(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
(In the ghetto)
And as her young man dies
(In the ghetto)
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
(In the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
Written by: Mac Davis
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