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As the snow flies.
      Dm                            Eb                 F
On a cold and grey Chicago morn'   a poor little baby child is born
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In the ghetto

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And his mama cries  ( in the ghetto )
          Dm
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need,
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It's another hungry mouth to feed        In the ghetto

                     F                               Eb      Bb
Now people don't you understand   The child needs a helping hand
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Or he'll grow up to be  an angry young man some day
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Take a look at you and me   Are we too blind to see
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Or do we simple   turn our heads   and look the other way


      Bb         (Cm7/Bb) Bb
As the world turns

      Dm                                    Eb
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose  plays in the streets
      F                          Bb         (Cm7/Bb) Bb
As the cold wind blows in the guetto

      Bb      (Cm7/Bb) Bb
And his hunger burns
      Dm                                          Eb
So he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal
       F                              Bb       (Cm7/Bb) Bb    (Cm7/Bb) Bb
And he learns how to fight    In the ghetto

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And then one night in desperation   A young man breaks away
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He buys a gun   steals a car   tries to run  but he don't get far
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And his mother cries

    Dm                                            Eb
As a crowd gathers 'round   an angry young man    face down in the street
      F                                     Bb      (Cm7/Bb) Bb
With a gun in his hand in the guetto

    Bb           (Cm7/Bb) Bb
As her young man dies

      Dm                            Eb                 F
An a cold and grey Chicago morn'   another little baby child is born
      Bb        (Cm7/Bb) Bb                        (Cm7/Bb) Bb
In the ghetto             And his mama cries