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.
