IN THE GHETTO (Elvis Presley)                                                                  

Vorspiel: 2 Takte (Bb - Dur)

As the snow flies - on a cold and grey Chicago morning
And poor little baby child is born - in the ghetto
And his mama cries
‘Cause there’s one thing that she don’t need
Is another little hungry mouth to feed - in the ghetto

Oh, people don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
‘Cause he’s gonna be an angry young man some day
Oh take a look at you ‘n me
Are we too blind to see?
Do we sadly turn our heads, 
Look the other way?

As the world turns - and a hungry little boy with a running nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows - in the ghetto
And his hunger burns - so he started to run to the streets at night
And he learned how to steal and he learned how to fight - in the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
The young man breaked away
He buyed the gun, steeled a car
Tried to run, but he don’t get far

And his mama cries - as a crowd get around an angry young man
Faces down to the street with a gun in his hand - in the ghetto

And his mama cries - - - in the ghetto
On a cold and grey Chicago morn’ 
And another little baby’s child is born - in the ghetto

In the ghetto ... and his mama cries ... in the ghetto ...