In the ghetto (Elvis Presley)

In The Ghetto
 Words & Music by Mac Davis 

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 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

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
 a 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

As her young man dies,
 on a cold and gray Chicago mornin‘,
 another little baby child is born
 In the ghetto

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