Elvis Presley

In the Ghetto

Elvis Presley


Tom: Bb

(intro)  Bb  Bb4   Bb   Bb4

(solo)
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Bb         (Cm7/Bb) Bb
As the snow flies.
      Dm                            D#                 F
On a cold and grey Chicago morn'   a poor little baby child is born
       Bb   (Cm7/Bb) Bb    (Cm7/Bb) Bb
In the ghetto

Bb               (Cm7/Bb) Bb
And his mama cries  ( in the ghetto )
          Dm
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need,
     D#              F                        Bb       (Cm7/Bb) Bb
It's another hungry mouth to feed        In the ghetto

                     F                               D#      Bb
Now people don't you understand   The child needs a helping hand
        D#                 F                     Bb
Or he'll grow up to be  an angry young man some day
               F                       D#      Bb
Take a look at you and me   Are we too blind to see
   D#            Dm                    Cm             F
Or do we simple   turn our heads   and look the other way


      Bb         (Cm7/Bb) Bb
As the world turns

      Dm                                    D#
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose  plays in the streets
      F                          Bb         (Cm7/Bb) Bb
As the cold wind blows in the guetto

      Bb      (Cm7/Bb) Bb
And his hunger burns
      Dm                                          D#
So he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal
       F                              Bb       (Cm7/Bb) Bb    (Cm7/Bb) Bb
And he learns how to fight    In the ghetto

    F                              D#                 Bb
And then one night in desperation   A young man breaks away
   D#           Dm              Cm                  F
He buys a gun   steals a car   tries to run  but he don't get far
       Bb        (Cm7/Bb) Bb
And his mother cries

    Dm                                            D#
As a crowd gathers 'round   an angry young man    face down in the street
      F                                     Bb      (Cm7/Bb) Bb
With a gun in his hand in the guetto

    Bb           (Cm7/Bb) Bb
As her young man dies

      Dm                            D#                 F
An a cold and grey Chicago morn'   another little baby child is born
      Bb        (Cm7/Bb) Bb                        (Cm7/Bb) Bb
In the ghetto             And his mama cries

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