C
C
As the snow flies
Em
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
F G
A poor little baby child is born
C
In the ghetto
C
And his mama cries
Em
cause if there's one thing that she don't need
F G
It's another hungry mouth to feed
C
In the ghetto
G
People, don't you understand
F C
The child needs a helping hand
F G C
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
G
Take a look at you and me
F C
Are we too blind to see
F Em
Do we simply turn our heads
F G
And look the other way
C
Well, the world turns
Em
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
F G
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
C
In the ghetto
C
And his hunger burns
Em
So he starts to roam the streets at night
F
And he learns how to steal
G
And he learns how to fight
C
In the ghetto
G
Then one night in desperation
F C
A young man breaks away
F Em
He buys a gun, he steals a car
F G
He tries to run, but he don't get far
C
And his mama cries
Em
As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
F G
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
C
In the ghetto
C
And as her young man dies
Em
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
F G
Another little baby child is born
C
In the ghetto
C
And his mama cries
C
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