In The Ghetto by 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 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need

It's another 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




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




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