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AAs the snow flies. D A
On a cAmaj7old and grey Chicago morn' aBmnother liitle baby Echild is born
In the Aghetto D A D A
AAnd his mother cries ( in DthAe ghetto )
'Cause if Amaj7there's one thing that she don't need, it's Bmanother little hungry
Emouth to feed In theA ghetto D A
Now 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 Bmblind toA see
Or Ddo we just Amaj7turn our heads and lookBm the other way E
as theA world turns D A
and a Amaj7hungry little child with a runny nose Bmplays in the streets
as theE cold wind blows And hisA hunger burns D A
So he Amaj7starts to roam the streets at night and he learBmns how to steal
and he Elearns how to fight In the gAhetto D A D A
And Ethen one night in desperation Bm A young man breaksA away
He Dbuys a gun Amaj7 steals a car Bmtries to run but heE don't get far
and hisA mother cries D A
As aAmaj7 crowd gathers 'round an angry young man Bmface down in the street
with aE gun in his hand
as her young maAn dies D A
on a cAmaj7old and grey Chicago morn' aBmnother little baby Echild is born
In theA ghetto D A
And his mama cries D A
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