A As the snow flies C#m On a cold and grey Chicago morning D E A poor little baby child is born A In the ghetto A And his mama cries C#m ʼCause if thereʼs one thing that she donʼt need D E Itʼs another hungry mouth to feed A In the ghetto E So people wonʼt you understand D A The child needs a helping hand D E A Or heʼll grow to be an angry young man some day E Take a look at you and me D A Are we too blind to see D C#m Bm E Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way A Well the world turns C#m And a poor little boy with a runny nose D E Plays in the street where the cold wind blows A In the ghetto A And his hunger burns C#m So he starts to roam the streets at night D E And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight A In the ghetto E Then one night in desperation D A A young man breaks away D A He finds a gun, and he steals a car D E And he tries to run, but he doesnʼt get far A And his mama cries C#m As a crowd gathers ʼround an angry young man D E Face down on the street with a gun in his hand A In the ghetto A And as her young man dies C#m On a cold and grey Chicago morning D E Another little baby child is born A In the ghetto A In the ghetto A In the ghetto.