In the Ghetto

Elvis Presley

Tom: A#

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(solo)

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As the snow flies.
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On a cold and grey Chicago morn'   a poor little baby child is born
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In the ghetto

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And his mama cries  ( in the ghetto )
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'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need,
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It's another little hungry mouth to feed        In the ghetto

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Now people don't you understand   The child needs a helping hand
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Or he'll grow up 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 simple   turn our heads   and look the other way
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As the world turns

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And a hungry little boy with a runny nose  plays in the streets
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As the cold wind blows in the guetto

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And his hunger burns
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So he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal
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And he learns how to fight    In the ghetto

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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 mother cries

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As a crowd gathers 'round   an angry young man    face down in the street
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With a gun in his hand in the guetto

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As her young man dies

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An a cold and grey Chicago morn'   another little baby child is born
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In the ghetto             And his mama cries