Capo 1

A

As the snow flies

C#m

On a cold and grey Chicago mornin'

D E

A poor little baby child is born

A

In the ghetto

A

And his mama cries

C#m

'cause if there's one thing that she don't need

D E

It's another hungry mouth to feed

A

In the ghetto

E

People don't you understand

D A

The child needs a helping hand

D E A

Or he'll 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 hungry little boy with a runny nose

D E

Plays in the street as 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 C#m

He buys a gun, steals a car,

Bm E

Tries to run, but he don't get far

A

And his mama cries

C#m

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man

D E

Face down on the street with a gun in his hand

A

In the ghetto

A

As her young man dies,

C#m

On a cold and grey Chicago mornin'

D E

Another little baby child is born

A

In the ghetto

A

And his mama cries...