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