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[Originally by Elvis Presley] As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago morning Poor little baby child is born in the ghetto And his mama cries for if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto People don't you understand the child needs a helping hand He's going to be an angry young man some day So 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 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 street at night He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto And then one night in desperation the young man breaks away He buys a gun steals a car he tries to run But he won't get far and his mama cries As the crowd gathers round the angry young man Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto As her young man dies on a cold and grey Chicago morning Poor little baby child is born in the ghetto and his mama cries Aus Songtexte Mania