In The Ghetto - Elvis Presley

As the snow flies 
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin´ 
A poor little baby child is born 
In the ghetto 
(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 
(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 
A 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 
(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 
(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 
(In the ghetto) 

As her young man dies, 
(In the ghetto) 
On a cold and gray 
Chicago mornin´, 
Another little baby 
Child is born 
In the ghetto 
(In the ghetto) 
And his mama cries 
(In the ghetto) 
(In the ghetto)