Elvis On The Radio, Steel Guitar In My Soul

Lyrics for Elvis On The Radio, Steel Guitar In My Soul

As the snow flies On a cold and grey Chicago morn And a poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mother 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... As the snow flies... As the snow flies On a cold and grey Chicago morn And a poor little baby child is born In the ghetto