G
As the snow flies
Bm
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
C D7 G
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his momma cries
Bm
Cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
C D7 G
Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto
D C G
People don’t you understand the child needs a helping hand
C D7 G
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man someday
D C G
Take a look at you and me are we too blind to see
C C/B Am D7
Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way
G
As the world turns
Bm
A hungry little boy with a running nose
C D7 G
Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the ghetto
And his hunger burns
Bm
So he starts to roam the streets at night
C D7 G
And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto
D C G
And then one night in desperation the young man breaks away
C C/B Am D7
And he buys a gun and he steals a car tries to run but don’t get far
G
And his momma cries
Bm
As a crowd gathers round and the angry young man
C D7 G
Face down the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And as the young man dies
Bm
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
C D7 G
Another little baby child is born in the Ghetto
And his momma cries
And his momma cries