Darius Rucker, Reba McEntire - In The Ghetto lyrics
[Darius Rucker, Reba McEntire - In The Ghetto lyrics]
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn'
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 little 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?
As 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
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
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street, a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And as her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And her mama cries (in the ghetto)
(In the ghetto) (Why?)
On a cold and gray Chicago morn'
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 little 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?
As 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
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
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street, a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And as her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And her mama cries (in the ghetto)
(In the ghetto) (Why?)