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.
