作词 : Mac Davis
 作曲 : Mac Davis
As the snow flies
on a cold and grey Chicago mornin'
A poor 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
So people won't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man someday
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 while 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
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun and he steals a car
And he tries to run
But he doesn'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
And as her young man dies
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
in the ghetto, in the ghetto, in the ghetto