( Mac Scott Davis Cover)



As the snow flies

On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'

Another little baby child is born

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



Oh, well People, don't you understand

The child needs a helping hand

O-or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day

Oh, people 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

Where he learns how to steal

And he learns how to fight

In the ghetto



Oh, People, don't you understand

This child needs a helping hand

O-or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day

People 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



Then one night in desperation

A 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 with a gun in his hand

In the ghetto (In the ghetto)



As her young man dies,

On a cold and gray Chicago mornin',

Another little baby child is born

In the ghetto x 2 (In the ghetto x 2)