In the Ghetto

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