In the ghetto

1. As the [A] snow flies on a [C#m] cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A [D] poor little baby [E] child is born in the [A] ghetto
And his [A] mama cries, cause if [C#m] there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s [D] another hungry [E] mouth to feed in the [A] ghetto

Chorus: People, don’t you [E] understand, the child needs a [D] helping [A] hand
Or [D] he’ll grow to be an [E] angry young man some [A] day
Take a look at [E] you and me, are we too [D] blind to [A] see
[D] Do we simply [C#m] turn our heads and [Bm] look the other [E] way

2. Well, the [A] world turns and a [C#m] hungry little boy with a runny nose
[D] Plays in the street as the [E] cold wind blows in the [A] ghetto
And his [A] hunger burns, so he [C#m] starts to roam the streets at night
And he [D] learns how to steal and he [E] learns how to fight in the [A] ghetto

Chorus: [E] Then one night in desperation
A [D] young man breaks away
He [D] buys a gun, he [C#m] steals a car
He [Bm] tries to run, but he [E] don’t get far

3. And his [A] mama cries, as a [C#m] crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face [D] down on the street with a [E] gun in his hand in the [A] ghetto
And as her [A] young man dies, on a [C#m] cold and gray Chicago mornin’
[D] Another little baby [E] child is born in the [A] ghetto, and his [A] mama cries