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AAs the snow flies C#m7On a cold and grey Chicago morning DA poor lE7ittle baAby child is born in the ghetto
AAnd his mamma cries C#m7'Cos if there's one thing that she don't need It is Danother huE7ngry mouthA to feed in the ghetto
PeopEle dont you understand The chDild neAeds a helping hand Dhe's gonna groEw to be an Aangry young man some day TakeE a look at you and me Are we too Dblind to Asee Or dDo we simply C#mturn our heads and lBmook the other way E7
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
EThen one niDght in dAesperation the young man breaks away He Dbuys a C#m7gun, he steals a car, He Bmtries toE7 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