In the ghetto (intro) (midi)

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1. As the snow flies, on a cold and grey Chicago morning

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a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto.

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And his mamma cries, `cause if there`s something she don`t need,

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it`s another hungry mouth to feed , in the ghetto.

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People don`t you understand, 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, are we too blind to see?

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Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?

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2. Well, the world turns, and a hungry little boy with a running nose,

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plays in the street as the cold wind blows, in the ghetto.

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And his hunger burns, and he starts to roam the streets at night,

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and he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight, in the ghetto.

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3. And then one night in desperation a young man breaks away,

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he buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run, but he don`t get far

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and his mamma cries, as the crowd gathers round an angry young man,

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face down in the street with his gun in his hand, in the ghetto.

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And as her young man dies, on a cold and grey Chicago morning,

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another little baby child is born in the ghetto.

(Elvis Presley)