Elvis Presley - In the Ghetto

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As the snow flies

On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'

A poor little baby child is born

And his mama cries

because 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

this child needs a helping hand

or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day

now take a look at you and me,

are we too blind to see,

or 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, (In the ghetto)

on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',

another little baby child is born

(In the ghetto)

And his mama cries