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INTERPRÉTATION
Elvis Presley
Voix principales
Albert Edelman
Violon
Anna Oldham
Violon
Anne Kendall
Violoncelle
Bobby Emmons
Orgue
Bobby Wood
Piano
Dick Steff
Trompette
Dolores Edgin
Chœurs
Donna Thatcher
Chœurs
Ed Kollis
Harmonica
Edward Freudberg
Violon
Gene Chrisman
Batterie
Gerald Richardson
Trombone
Ginger Holladay
Chœurs
Glen Spreen
Saxophone
Gloria Hendricks
Violon
Hal Saunders
Violon
J. Babcock
Chœurs
J.P. Luper
Saxophone
Jack Jr. Hale
Trombone
Jackie Thomas
Trombone
Joe D'Gerolamo
Cor d’harmonie
John Hughey
Steel guitar
John Wehlan
Alto
June Page
Chœurs
Mary Greene
Chœurs
Mary Holladay
Chœurs
Mary Snyder
Alto
Mike Leech
Basse
Millie Kirkham
Chœurs
Noel Gilbert
Violon
Nono Ravarino
Alto
Peter Spurbeck
Violoncelle
R.F. Taylor
Trompette
Reggie Young
Guitare électrique
Robert Snyder
Violon
Sandy Posey
Chœurs
Susan Pilkington
Chœurs
TOMMY COGBILL
Basse
Tony Cason
Cor d’harmonie
Vernon Taylor
Alto
Wayne Jackson
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mac Davis
Composition
Glen Spreen
Arrangement
Mike Leech
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chips Moman
Production
Felton Jarvis
Production
Ray Bardani
Ingénierie de mixage
Al Pachucki
Ingénierie
Claudius Mittendorfer
Assistance d’ingénierie
Dan Milazzo
Assistance d’ingénierie
Roy Shockley
Ingénierie
Paroles
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
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 is another 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
Well, 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
And 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 with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And as her young man dies
(In the ghetto)
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
(In the ghetto)
(In the ghetto)
(Ah)
Writer(s): Mac Davis
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