Merle Haggard - In the ghetto

^AAs the snow flies on a ^C#mcold and gray Chicago morn, A ^Dpoor little baby ^Echild is born, In the ^AGhetto and his mama cries, Cause ^C#mthere's one thing that she don't need Is ^Danother little hungry ^Emouth to feed, In the ^AGhetto.

^EPeople don't you understand the ^Dchild needs a helping ^Ahand, ^DHe'll grow to be an ^Eangry young man ^Asomeday, ^ETake a look at you and me are ^Dwe too blind to ^Asee, ^DDo we simply ^C#mturn our heads and ^Bmlook the other ^Eway, As the world ^Aturns.

A ^C#mhungry little boy with a running nose, ^DPlays in the streets as the ^Ecold wind blows, In the ^AGhetto, and his hunger burns, So he ^C#mstarts to roam the streets at night And he ^Dlearns how to steal and he ^Elearns how to fight, In the ^AGhetto.

Then ^Eone night in desperation the ^Dyoung man breaks ^Aaway, And he ^Dbuys a gun and he ^Asteals a car and he ^Bmtries to run, But ^Edon't get far, and his ^Amama cries.

As a ^Acrowd gathers round and the angry young man Face ^Ddown the street with a ^Egun in his hand, In the ^AGhetto, as the young man dies. On a ^C#mcold and gray Chicago morn ^DAnother little baby ^Echild is born, In the ^AGhetto, his mama cries (In Ghetto, oh, oh...)