In the Ghetto - Elvis Presley
In the Ghetto
In the Ghetto
As the snow flies.
On a cold and grey Chicago morn' a poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries ( in the ghetto )
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need,
It's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto
Now people don't you understand The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow up to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me Are we too blind to see
Or do we simple turn our heads and look the other way
As the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the streets
As the cold wind blows in the guetto
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 ghettob]
And then one night in desperation A young man breaks away
He buys a gun steals a car tries to run but he don't get far
And his mother cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man face down in the street
With a gun in his hand in the guetto7/Bb]
As her young man dies
An a cold and grey Chicago morn' another little baby child is born
In the ghetto And his mama cries
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