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As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mother cries 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto So 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? Well the world turns And a poor 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 A young man breaks away He buys a gun, steals a car Tries to run, but he doesn't get far And his mother cries As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man Face down on the street with a gun in his hand In the ghetto As her young man dies (in the ghetto) On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' another little baby child is born In the ghetto
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I don't know why, but this song always made me laugh... I just can't be sad when it's Elvis singing...
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the Cranberries covered this song, but i haven't heard their version. perhaps it will make you cry, blue star. i dont know, i just like the song, i never considered it sad either.
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what's it to you?
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