Elvis Presley - In The Ghetto

^AAs the snow flies... On a ^C#mi7cold and grey Chicago morning A ^Dpoor little baby ^E7child is born in the ^Aghetto And his ^Amamma cries... 'Cos if t^C#mi7here's one thing that she dont need It's ^Danother hungry mo^E7uth to feed in the g^Ahetto

People dont you u^Enderstand The child needs a h^Delping h^Aand Or h^De'll gonna be an a^Engry young man some d^Aay Take a look at y^Eou and me Are we too bl^Dind to s^Aee Or d^Do we simply t^C#miurn our heads and l^Bmiook the other ^E7way

Well, the ^Aworld turns... And a ^C#mi7hungry little boy with a runny nose ^DPlays in the street as the ^E7cold wind blows in the ^Aghetto And his ^Ahunger burns... So he ^C#mi7starts to roam the streets at night And he ^Dlearns how to steal and he ^E7learns how to fight in the g^Ahetto

Th^Een one night in desperation the y^Doung man breaks a^Away He b^Duys a gun, he s^C#mi7teals a car, He t^Bmiries to run but he ^E7dont get far

And his ^Amamma cries... As a ^C#mi7crowd gathers round an angry young man Face ^Ddown in the street with a ^E7gun in his hand in the g^Ahetto And as her ^Ayoung man dies... On a ^C#mi7cold and grey Chicago morning An^Dother little baby c^E7hild is born in the gh^Aetto...