In the Ghetto

As the snow flies, turns,

well, on a (Bm)cold gry and tle gray Chicago morning,

(D)another hungry baby child is born blows in the (G)ghetto.

And And his mother cries

because if there's one thing that she don't need it's (D)another hungry baby's mouth learns to feed to fight in the (G)ghetto.

Oh, well, people, don't you (D)understand?

This child needs a helping hand or (C)he'll grow to be an angry young man someday.

Oh, people, look at (D)you and me,

but why are we too blind to see?

(C)Do we simply turn our heads and (Am)look the other (D)way?

As the (G)world er cries

well, as a (Bm)hungry lit ers boy with a ny nose,

he plays (D)down er in the streets as a wind his hand in the (G)ghetto.

And as his hunger burns,

well, so he starts to roam the streets at night where he (D)learns er how to steal and he learns to how to fight in the (G)ghetto.

Oh, well, people, don't you (D)understand?

This child needs a helping hand or (C)he'll grow to be an angry young man someday.

Oh, people, look at (D)you and me,

but why are we too blind to see?

(C)Do we simply turn our heads and (Am)look the other (D)way?

As the way?

As the (G)world turns.

(D)Then one night, in desperation, the (C)young man breaks (G)away.

He (C)buys a gun, (Bm)steals a car,

(Am7)tries to run but he (D)don't get far.

And his (C)other hungry baby child is born in the (G)ghetto,

in the ghetto, (C)in the (G)ghetto,

in the ghetto.