Elvis Presley

In the Ghetto

As the snow flies,
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
A poor little baby child is born,
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
Cause if there is one thing she don't need
It's a nother hungry mouth to feed (in the ghetto)

Bridge:
People don't you unterstand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll gonna be an angry young man someday
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 running nose
Plays in the street and a 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 steel and he learns how to fight,
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)

And 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 crowed gather round an angry young man face
Down in the street with a gun in his hand,
In the ghetto
And as her young man dies (in the ghetto)
On a cold and grey chicago morning
Another little baby child is born,
In the ghetto
And his mama cries.

(in the ghetto)