A5
As the snow flies
C#5
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
D5               E5                  A5
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto

A5
And his mamma cries
C#5
'Cos if there's one thing that she don't need
      D5                 E5                    A5
It is another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

            E5
People dont you understand
              D5         A5
The child needs a helping hand
D5                     E5                  A5
he's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day
            E5
Take a look at you and me
           D5        A5
Are we too blind to see
    D5           C#5                 B5                E5
Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way

and the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto

E5                          D5               A5
Then one night in desperation the young man breaks away
   D5              C#5
He buys a gun, he steals a car,
   B5                  E5
He tries to run but he don't get far

And his mamma cries
As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And as her young man dies
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto