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