In The Ghetto

E As the snow flies G#m On a cold and grey Chicago morn A B7 E a poor little baby boy is born in the ghetto, and his momma cries G#m 'Cos if there's one thing that she don't need A B7 E It's another little hungry mouth to feed, in the ghetto B7 A E But people don't you understand, the child needs a helping hand A B7 E Or you're gonna meet an angry young man some day B7 A E Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see A G#m F#m B7 E Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way, well the world turns G#m And a hungry little boy with a runny nose A B7 E Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto, and his hunger burns G#m So he starts to roam the streets at night A B7 E And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight, in the ghetto B7 A E Then one night in desperation, the young man breaks away A G#m He buys a gun, steals a car F#m B7 He tries to run but he can't get far E And his momma cries G#m As the crowd gather round an angry young man A B7 E Face down on the street with a gun in his hand, in the ghetto And as her young man dies G#m A B7 On a cold and grey Chicago morn, another little baby boy is born E In the ghetto, and his momma cries, in the ghetto