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In The Ghetto with Elvis Presley

"1, 2, 3, 4."

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 helpin hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
I 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 (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 oh (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 the young man breaks away
He buys a gun steals a car
Tries to run but he don't get far and his Mama cries (And his Mama cries)
As the crowd gathers 'round an angry young man face down on the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto (In the ghetto)

And as her young man dies (As her young man dies)
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin another little baby child is born
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
And as her young man dies (As her young man dies)
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin another little baby child is born in the ghetto (In the ghetto)

On a cold and gray Chicago mornin another little baby child is born in the ghetto (In the ghetto)
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

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