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AAs the snow flies. D A
On a coC#m7ld and grey Chicago mornin' a Dpoor little baby cEhild is born
In the Aghetto D A D A
AAnd his mama cries ( in DthAe ghetto )
'Cause if C#m7there's one thing that she don't need,
It's Danother hungryE mouth to feed In thAe ghetto D A
People don't you Eunderstand The child needs a hDelping hAand
Or he'llD grow up to be anE angry young man some Aday
Take a look at Eyou and me Are we too Dblind to Asee
DDo we just C#m7turn our heads and look Bm7the other wEay
Well Athe world turnsD A
And a C#m7hungry little child with a runny nose Dplays in the street
As theE cold wind blows In theA ghetto And his huDngeAr burns
AAnd his hunger burns D A
So he C#m7starts to roam the streets at night and he leDarns how to steal
And he Elearns how to fight In the gAhetto D A D A
EThen one night in desperation DA young man breaks Aaway
He Dbuys a gun C#m7 steals a car tBm7ries to run but he dEon't get far
AAnd his mama cries D A
As aC#m7 crowd gathers 'round an angry young man Dface down on the street
With aE gun in his hand In the gAhetto D A
AAs her young man dies D A
An a cC#m7old and grey Chicago mornin' Danother little baby Echild is born
In theA ghetto D A
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