Titel: In the ghetto
Auteur: Elvis Presley

As the snow flies
On a cold and grey Chicago morning a poor little baby child
Is born in the ghetto
And his mamma cries
'Cause if there's one thing she doesn'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 someday

Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way

Well the world turns
And a little hungry little boy with the runny nose plays in the street
As the cold wind blows in the ghetto and his hunger burns
And he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to fight in the ghetto

And 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 mamma cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And as her young man dies
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto