IN THE GHETTO
ELVIS PRESLEY

1. As the [C] snow flies,
on a [Em] cold and grey Chicago morning
 a [F] poor little baby [G7] child is born in the [C] ghetto.

And his [C] mamma cries,
`cause if [Em] there`s something she don`t need
 it`s [F] another hungry [G7] mouth to feed , in the [C] ghetto.

 People don`t you [G]understand,
the [G] child needs a [F] helping [C] hand,
or [F] he`ll grow to be an [G7] angry young man some [C] day.

Take a look at [G] you and me,
are we too [F] blind to [C] see?
Or [F] do we simply [Em] turn our heads
and [G]7 look the other [D]m way?

2. Well, the [C] world turns,
and a [Em] hungry little boy with a running nose,
[F] plays in the street as the [G7] cold wind blows,
in the C ghetto

And his [C]hunger burns,
and he s [Em] tarts to roam the streets at night,
and he [F] learns how to steal and he [G7] learns how to fight,
in the [C] ghetto.

3. And [G] then one night in desperation
a [F] young man breaks [C] away,
he [F] buys a gun, [Em] steals a car,
[Dm7] tries to run, but he don`t get G far

and his [C] mamma cries,
as the [Em] crowd gathers round an angry young man,
face [F] down in the street with his [G7] gun in his hand,
in the [C] ghetto.

And as her [C] young man dies,
on a [Em] cold and grey Chicago morning,
[[ch]F [/ch]] another little baby [G7] child is born
in the [C] ghetto.

    (Elvis Presley)