_ _ _ _
Bb _ _
Eb _ _ .
Bb _ _ _ _ _ _
Eb _ _ .
Bb _ _ _ _ As the snow
Eb _ .
Bb flies, _ on
F a cold and gray Chicago
Eb morning, a little
F baby child is
Bb born, in the.
ghetto, in the ghetto.
_ And his mama cries, _ _ cause
Dm if there's one thing that she don't
Eb need, it's another little
F hungry.
mouth to
Bb feed, in the ghetto, in the ghetto.
_
F People don't you understand,
Eb child needs a help, or here by the
F penis, _ .
Bb _ _ _
F take a look at.
you and me, are
Eb we too blind
Bb to see,
Eb or do we
Dm simply turn our
Cm heads and look the other
Bbm way.
F _ _
Bb _ .
Eb Well the world
Bb turns, _ _
Eb and
Dm a hungry little boy with a runny
Eb nose, plays in
F the street.
as the cold wind
Bb blows,
Eb in the ghetto,
Bb in the ghetto.
_ _ And his hunger burns, _ so
F he starts to roam the street at
Eb night, he learns how to
F steal.
and he learns how
Bb to fight,
Eb in the ghetto,
Bb in the ghetto.
_
F And then one night in
Eb desperation, the young man
Bb _ _
Eb _ _ .
F steals a
Cm car, tries to
F run, but he don't get far.
_ .
Bb _ _ And his mama cries, _
Gm _ .
Dm as a crowd yells
Bb around an angry young
Eb man face down in the
F street.
with a gun in his
Bb hand, in the ghetto, in the ghetto.
_ .
And as her young man dies, _ _ _
Cm.
Dm on a cold and gray
Bb Chicago
Eb morn, another little
F baby child is.
born, _ _ in the ghetto,
Bb _ _ .
_ _ _ _ ghetto.
_ _ .
_ _
Eb _ _
Bb And his
Eb mama
Bb.
cries, in the ghetto.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .