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ELVIS PRESLEY
>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 gheeto
People,don t you understand
the child needs a helping hands
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 winds 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 the rules
He buys a gun,steals the car,
tries the run, but he don t get far
And his mama cries
As a crowds 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
And his mama cries
