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

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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

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He'll grow to be an angry young man someday

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

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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

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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

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And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto


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And then one night in desperation the young man breaks away

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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

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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