In The Ghetto							Elvis Presley

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As the snow flies
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on a cold and grey Chicago mornin’ a poor little baby child is born
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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.

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People, don't you understand,
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the child needs a helping hand,
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or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day.
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Take a look at you and me,
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are we too blind to see,
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or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?

Well, the world turns
and a hungry little boy with the runny nose, plays in the street as the cold wind blows, 
in the ghetto.

And his hunger burns.
And he starts to roam the streets at night, and he learns how to steal and he learns how 
 to fight,
in the ghetto.

And 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 in the street with a gun in his
 hand
In the ghetto
And as her young man dies,
On a cold and grey Chicago morn and another little baby child is born, 
in the ghetto

And his mama cries
In the ghetto
In the ghetto