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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)