Tom: D
D Dsus4 D
D Dsus4 D
[Verse]
D F#m
As the snow flies on a cold and grey Chicago morning
G A D
a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto and his mama cries.
F#m
’cause if there’s one thing that she doesn’t need
G A D
it’s another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto
[Chorus]
A G D
People don’t you understand, the child needs a helping hand
G A D
or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day.
A G D
Take a look at you and me are we too blind to see
G F#m Em A
Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way.
[Verse 2]
D F#m
Well, the world turns and a hungry little boy with the running nose
G A D
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto and his hunger burns,
F#m
So he starts to roam in the streets at night
G A D
And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto
[Chorus 2]
A G D
Then one night in desperation a young man breaks away
G F#m Em A
He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run, he don’t get far
[Verse 3]
D
and his mama cries
F#m G A
As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man, face down in the street with a gun in his hand
D
In the ghetto, and as the young man dies,
F#m
On a cold and grey Chicago morning
G A D
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto and his mama cries
