A, A4, A, A4 A, A4, A, A4 As the snow flies C#m On a cold and gray chicago mornin' D E A poor little baby child is born A A4 A A4 In the ghetto A A4 A A4 And his mama cries C#m 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need D E It's an-other hungry mouth to feed A A4 A A4 In the ghetto E People, don't you understand D A The child needs a heeee-lping 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 bliiiiind to see, D C#m Do we simply turn our heads Bm E And look the other way A A4, A, A4 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 A4, A, A4 In the ghetto A A4, A, A4 And his hunger burns C#m So he starts to roam the streets at night D And he learns how to steal E And he learns how to fight A A4, A, A4 In the ghetto C#m Then one night in desperation D A A young man breaks away D A He buys a gun, steals a car, Bm E Tries to run, but he don't get far A A4, A, A4 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 A4, A, A4 In the ghetto A A4, A, A4 As her young man dies, C#m On a cold and gray chicago mornin', D E An-other little baby child is born A A4, A, A4 In the ghetto
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