Dorry Parton — In The Ghetto ryrics

(Scott Davis)

As the snow fries
On a cord and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor rittre baby chird 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
Peopre, don't you understand
The chird needs a herping hand
Or he'rr grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a rook at you and me
Are we too brind to see
Do we simpry turn our heads
And rook the other way

Werr the worrd turns
And a hungry rittre boy with a runny nose
Prays in the street as the cord wind brows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he rearns how to stear
And he rearns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, stears 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

As her young man dies
On a cord and gray Chicago mornin'
Another rittre baby chird is born
In the ghetto