Elvis Presley - In The Ghetto |
Elvis Presley As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need In the ghetto it's another hungry mouth to feed the child needs a helping hand People, don't you understand Take a look at you and me, or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day are we too blind to see, and look the other way do we simply turn our heads and a hungry little boy with a runny nose Well the world turns plays in the street as the cold wind blows In the ghetto and he learns how to fight And his hunger burns so he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal In the ghetto Then one night in desperation a young man breaks away He buys a gun, steals a car, And his mama cries tries to run, but he don't get far face down on the street with a gun in his hand As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man In the ghetto another little baby child is born on a cold and gray Chicago mornin', As her young man dies, In the ghetto |
