In The Ghetto

	  		C 
As the snow flies  
  
     Em 
On a cold and gray Chicago morn 

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A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto  
   
                                
And his momma cries 
  
      Em 
Cause if there's one thing that she don't need 

     F                     G7                   C 
It's another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto 


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People can't you understand the child needs a helping hand 

F                   G7                  C 
He'll grow to be an angry young man someday 

               G7                F            C 
Take a look at you and me are we too blind to see 

F            Em                 Dm             G7 
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way  

          C 
While the world turns  
  

  Em 
A hungry little boy with a running nose 

F                           G7                     C 
Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the ghetto  

         
And his hunger burns 
  
      Em 
So he starts to roam the streets at night 

       F                          G7                         C 
And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto 


    G7                                F                C 
And then one night in desperation the young man breaks away 

       F                 Em           Dm 
And he buys a gun and he steals a car tries to run but don't get far  

        C 
And his momma cries  

     Em 
As a crowd gathers round an angry young man 

      F                      G7                     C 
Paces down the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto  

        
And the young man dies  


     Em 
On a cold and gray Chicago morn  

F                   G7                   C 
Another little baby child is born in the Ghetto  


And his momma cries