Elvis on the Radio, Steel Guitar in My Soul

As the snow flies On a cold and gray 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 As the snow flies As the snow flies As the snow flies As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto