A

As the snow flies

C#m7

On a cold and grey Chicago morning

D		   E7			A

A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto



A

And his mamma cries

C#m7

'Cos if there's one thing that she don't need

      D		     E7			  A

It is another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto



		E

People dont you understand

		  D	   A

The child needs a helping hand

D		         E		      A

he's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day

		E

Take a look at you and me

           D        A

Are we too blind to see

    D           C#m                 Bm                E7

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



E				  D		   A

Then one night in desperation the young man breaks away

   D		  C#m7

He buys a gun, he steals a car,

   Bm			E7

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