Karaoké In the Ghetto EPiC: Elvis Presley in Concert

As the snow flies on a cold and grey

Chicago mornin'

A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto

And his mama cries

'Cos if there's one thing that she don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

Ah people don't you understand

The child needs a helpin' hand or he'll grow to be an angry young man someday

Ah take a look at you and me

Are we too blind to see

Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way

Well the world turns

You never stood in that man's shoes or saw things through his eyes

Or stood and watched with helpless hands while the heart inside you dies

So help your brother along the way no matter where he starts

For the same God that made you made him too

These men with broken hearts

Well the world turns

And a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows

In the ghetto

And his hunger burns

So he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation the young man breaks away

He buys a gun, steals a car

Tries to run but he don't get far

And his mama cries

As the 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 mornin' another little baby child is born in the ghetto

And his mama cries

So help your brother along the way no matter where he starts

For the same God that made you made him too

These men with broken hearts