In The Ghetto                              Tempo: 89 / Toonsoort: Bb
(Elvis Presley)

Spookysoft studio (Holland )
[Intro:]

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[Vers 1:]

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As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin' 

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a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto. 

[Vers 2:]

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And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need, 

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it's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto. 

[Bridge:]

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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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do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? 

[Vers 3:]

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Well, the world turns, and a hungry little boy with a runny nose 

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plays in the street as a cold wind blows in the ghetto. 

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And his hunger burns so he starts to roam the streets at night, 

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and he learns how to steal, and he learns how to fight in the ghetto. 

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[Bridge:]

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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 mama cries, as a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man, 

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face down on the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto. 

[Vers 6:]

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As her young man dies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin', 

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another little baby child is born in the ghetto. 

[Ending:]

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And his mama cries in the ghetto, in the ghetto. ---- ---- ---- ---- 



