Karaoke 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

And his mama cries 'cos if there's one thing that she don't need

It's another little 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

Uh 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

And 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