In the Ghetto

(A)(Asus4)(A)

As the (A)snow flies(A)(Asus4)(A)
On a (A)cold and gray Chi(C#m)cago mornin'
A (D)poor little baby (E)child is born
In the (A)ghetto
And his mama cries
cause if (A)there's one thing that (C#m)she don't need
It's a(D)nother hungry (E)mouth to feed
In the (A)ghetto (A)(Asus4)(A)

People, don't you (E)understand
The child needs a (D)helping (A)hand
Or (D)he'll grow to be an (E)angry young man some (A)day
Take a look at (E)you and me,
Are we too (D)blind to (A)see,
(D)Do we simply (A)turn our heads
And (D)look the other (E)way?
Well the (A)world turns(A)(Asus4)(A)

And a (A)hungry little boy with a (C#m)runny nose
(D)Plays in the street as the (E)cold wind blows
In the (A)ghetto
And his hunger burns(A)(Asus4)(A)

So he (A)starts to roam the (C#m)streets at night
And he (D)learns how to steal
And he (E)learns how to fight
In the (A)ghetto(A)(Asus4)(A)

(E)Then one night in desperation
A (D)young man breaks a(A)way
He (D)buys a gun, (A)steals a car,
(D)Tries to run, but he (E)don't get far
And his (A)mama cries

As a (A)crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face (D)down on the street with a (E)gun in his hand
In the (A)ghetto
As her young man dies(A)(Asus4)(A)

On a (A)cold and gray Chi(C#m)cago mornin',
An(D)other little baby (E)child is born
In the (A)ghetto
And his mama cries (A)(Asus4)(A)