作曲:Mac Davis
作词:Mac Davis
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morning
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
People don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man
Some day take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way
While the world turns
While the world turns
And a hungry little boy
With a runny nose plays in the street
As the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
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
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
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers round
An angry young man face down on the street
With a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
And as the young man dies
As the young man dies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
And his mama cried
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
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