D D4 D D D4 D D F#m As the snow flies on a cold and grey Chicago morning G A D a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto and his mama cries. F#m ’cause if there’s one thing that she doesn’t need G A D it’s another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto A G D People don’t you understand, the child needs a helping hand G A D or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day. A G D Take a look at you and me are we too blind to see G F#m Em A Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way. D F#m Well, the world turns and a hungry little boy with the running nose G A D Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto and his hunger burns, F#m So he starts to roam in the streets at night G A D And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto A G D Then one night in desperation a young man breaks away G F#m Em A He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run, he don’t get far D and his mama cries F#m G A As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man, face down in the street with a gun in his hand D In the ghetto, and as the young man dies, F#m On a cold and grey Chicago morning G A D Another little baby child is born in the ghetto and his mama cries
In The Ghetto akkorde
von Roy Black
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