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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