A D A
As the snow flies.
Amaj7 Bm E
On a cold and grey Chicago morn’
another liitle baby child is born
A D A D A
In the ghetto
A D A
And his mother cries
(in the ghetto)
Amaj Bm
‘Cause if there’s one thing that
she don’t need, it’s another little hungry
E A D A
mouth to feed
In the ghetto
E D A
Now people don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
D E A
Or he’ll grow up to be
An angry young man some day
E Bm A
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
D Amaj7 Bm E
Or do we just turn our heads
And look the other way
A D A
As the world turns
Amaj7 Bm
And a hungry little child
with a runny nose plays in the streets
E A D A
As the cold wind blows
And his hunger burns
Amaj7 Bm
So he starts to roam the streets
At night and he learns how to steal
E A D A D A
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
E Bm A
And then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
D Amaj7 Bm E
He buys a gun steals a car tries to run
But he don’t get far
A D A
And his mother cries
Amaj7 Bm
As a crowd gathers ’round
An angry young man face down in the street
E
with a gun in his hand
A D A
as her young man dies
Amaj7 Bm E
on a cold and grey Chicago morn’
Another little baby child is born
A D A
In the ghetto
D A
And his mama cries
