Chords for Wet Wet Wet - In The Ghetto - The Night of Comic Relief (1995)
Tempo:
88.55 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
F
Dm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
We-
Their new song-
And we all remember that one!
We haven't stopped singing it yet!
Uh, no, you can feel it in your fingers, you can feel it in your bones.
Uh, their new song is poised to go straight in the charts, I've heard,
because I know about these things, on Sunday at number one.
But tonight, they're gonna do a special song.
We asked them to sing a song that will break our hearts.
Please welcome Wet!
Wet!
[Dm] Wet!
[Bb]
It's a snowflake, [Dm] on a cold and grey Chicago [Eb] morning,
poor little [F] baby child is [Bb] born in the ghetto.
His mama cries,
[Dm] guess one thing that she don't [Eb] need
is another little [F] hungry mouth to [Bb] feed in the ghetto.
Mm-hmm.
And if you [F] don't understand,
your child [Eb] is a [Bb] hillbilly,
[Eb] or he'll grow to be an [F] angry old man someday.
[C]
I think it'll [F] be you and me,
[Eb] or we two blind [Bb] to see,
[Eb] or do we simply [D] serve our heads [C] up
the other [F]
way?
[Bb] And the world,
[Dm] an angry little boy with a runny [Eb] nose,
plays in the [F] street, it's cold when he [Bb] goes in the ghetto.
And his hunger burns,
[Dm] and he starts to roam the streets at night,
and [Eb] he learns how to steal,
and [F] he learns how to fight in [Bb] the ghetto.
[F] For a grim old night of desperation,
[Eb] the young man [Bb] raves away.
[Eb] He buys a gun, he [Bb] steals a car,
[Cm] tries to run, but [F] he don't get far.
And [Bb] his mama cries,
[Dm] and the cowgirl's round, an angry young [Eb] man,
face down in the [F] street with a gun in his [Bb] hand in the ghetto.
And as the young man died,
[Dm] on a cold and grey Chicago morn,
[Eb] a lovely little baby child was [Bb] born in the ghetto.
And his mama cries,
in the ghetto.
[F]
Their new song-
And we all remember that one!
We haven't stopped singing it yet!
Uh, no, you can feel it in your fingers, you can feel it in your bones.
Uh, their new song is poised to go straight in the charts, I've heard,
because I know about these things, on Sunday at number one.
But tonight, they're gonna do a special song.
We asked them to sing a song that will break our hearts.
Please welcome Wet!
Wet!
[Dm] Wet!
[Bb]
It's a snowflake, [Dm] on a cold and grey Chicago [Eb] morning,
poor little [F] baby child is [Bb] born in the ghetto.
His mama cries,
[Dm] guess one thing that she don't [Eb] need
is another little [F] hungry mouth to [Bb] feed in the ghetto.
Mm-hmm.
And if you [F] don't understand,
your child [Eb] is a [Bb] hillbilly,
[Eb] or he'll grow to be an [F] angry old man someday.
[C]
I think it'll [F] be you and me,
[Eb] or we two blind [Bb] to see,
[Eb] or do we simply [D] serve our heads [C] up
the other [F]
way?
[Bb] And the world,
[Dm] an angry little boy with a runny [Eb] nose,
plays in the [F] street, it's cold when he [Bb] goes in the ghetto.
And his hunger burns,
[Dm] and he starts to roam the streets at night,
and [Eb] he learns how to steal,
and [F] he learns how to fight in [Bb] the ghetto.
[F] For a grim old night of desperation,
[Eb] the young man [Bb] raves away.
[Eb] He buys a gun, he [Bb] steals a car,
[Cm] tries to run, but [F] he don't get far.
And [Bb] his mama cries,
[Dm] and the cowgirl's round, an angry young [Eb] man,
face down in the [F] street with a gun in his [Bb] hand in the ghetto.
And as the young man died,
[Dm] on a cold and grey Chicago morn,
[Eb] a lovely little baby child was [Bb] born in the ghetto.
And his mama cries,
in the ghetto.
[F]
Key:
Bb
Eb
F
Dm
C
Bb
Eb
F
We-
Their new song-
And we all remember that one!
We haven't stopped singing it yet!
Uh, no, you can feel it in your fingers, you can feel it in your bones.
Uh, their new song is poised to go straight in the charts, I've heard,
because I know about these things, on Sunday at number one.
But tonight, they're gonna do a special song.
We asked them to sing a song that will break our hearts.
Please welcome Wet!
Wet!
[Dm] Wet! _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's a snowflake, _ _ _ _ [Dm] on a cold and grey Chicago [Eb] morning,
poor little [F] baby child is [Bb] born in the ghetto. _ _ _ _ _ _
His mama cries, _ _ _ _
[Dm] guess one thing that she don't [Eb] need
is another little [F] hungry mouth to [Bb] feed in the ghetto.
_ _ Mm-hmm.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And if you [F] don't understand,
your child [Eb] is a [Bb] hillbilly,
[Eb] or he'll grow to be an [F] angry old man someday.
_ [C]
I think it'll [F] be you and me,
[Eb] or we two blind [Bb] to see,
[Eb] or do we simply [D] serve our heads [C] up
the other [F]
way?
_ _ [Bb] And the world, _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] an angry little boy with a runny [Eb] nose,
plays in the [F] street, it's cold when he [Bb] goes in the ghetto.
And _ _ _ _ his hunger burns, _
_ _ _ [Dm] and he starts to roam the streets at night,
and [Eb] he learns how to steal,
and [F] he learns how to fight in [Bb] the ghetto. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] For a grim old night of desperation,
[Eb] the young man [Bb] raves away.
[Eb] He buys a gun, he [Bb] steals a car,
[Cm] tries to run, but [F] he don't get far.
And [Bb] his mama cries,
_ _ _ _ [Dm] and the cowgirl's round, an angry young [Eb] man,
face down in the [F] street with a gun in his [Bb] hand in the ghetto.
_ _ _ _ _ And as the young man died,
_ _ _ [Dm] on a cold and grey Chicago morn,
[Eb] a lovely little baby child was [Bb] born in the ghetto. _ _ _ _ _ _
And his mama cries,
_ _ _ in the ghetto. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
Their new song-
And we all remember that one!
We haven't stopped singing it yet!
Uh, no, you can feel it in your fingers, you can feel it in your bones.
Uh, their new song is poised to go straight in the charts, I've heard,
because I know about these things, on Sunday at number one.
But tonight, they're gonna do a special song.
We asked them to sing a song that will break our hearts.
Please welcome Wet!
Wet!
[Dm] Wet! _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's a snowflake, _ _ _ _ [Dm] on a cold and grey Chicago [Eb] morning,
poor little [F] baby child is [Bb] born in the ghetto. _ _ _ _ _ _
His mama cries, _ _ _ _
[Dm] guess one thing that she don't [Eb] need
is another little [F] hungry mouth to [Bb] feed in the ghetto.
_ _ Mm-hmm.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And if you [F] don't understand,
your child [Eb] is a [Bb] hillbilly,
[Eb] or he'll grow to be an [F] angry old man someday.
_ [C]
I think it'll [F] be you and me,
[Eb] or we two blind [Bb] to see,
[Eb] or do we simply [D] serve our heads [C] up
the other [F]
way?
_ _ [Bb] And the world, _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] an angry little boy with a runny [Eb] nose,
plays in the [F] street, it's cold when he [Bb] goes in the ghetto.
And _ _ _ _ his hunger burns, _
_ _ _ [Dm] and he starts to roam the streets at night,
and [Eb] he learns how to steal,
and [F] he learns how to fight in [Bb] the ghetto. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] For a grim old night of desperation,
[Eb] the young man [Bb] raves away.
[Eb] He buys a gun, he [Bb] steals a car,
[Cm] tries to run, but [F] he don't get far.
And [Bb] his mama cries,
_ _ _ _ [Dm] and the cowgirl's round, an angry young [Eb] man,
face down in the [F] street with a gun in his [Bb] hand in the ghetto.
_ _ _ _ _ And as the young man died,
_ _ _ [Dm] on a cold and grey Chicago morn,
[Eb] a lovely little baby child was [Bb] born in the ghetto. _ _ _ _ _ _
And his mama cries,
_ _ _ in the ghetto. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _