Cranberries - In the ghetto

As the ^G#snow flies On a ^Cmcold and grey Chicago morning A ^C#poor little baby ^D#child is born In the ^G#ghetto

And his ^G#mama cries 'Cause if ^Cmthere's one thing that she don't need It's a^C#nother hungry ^D#mouth to feed In the ^G#ghetto

So people won't you ^D#understand The child needs a ^C#helping ^G#hand Or ^C#he'll grow to be an ^D#angry young man some ^G#day Take a look at ^D#you and me Are we too ^C#blind to ^G#see ^C#Do we simply ^Cmturn our heads and ^A#mlook the other ^D#way

Well the ^G#world turns And a ^Cmpoor little boy with a runny nose ^C#Plays in the street where the ^D#cold wind blows In the ^G#ghetto

And his ^G#hunger burns So he ^Cmstarts to roam the streets at night And he ^C#learns how to steal and he ^D#learns how to fight In the ^G#ghetto

^D#Then one night in desperation A ^C#young man breaks a^G#way He ^C#finds a gun, and he ^G#steals a car And he ^C#tries to run, but he ^D#doesn't get far

And his ^G#mama cries As a ^Cmcrowd gathers 'round an angry young man ^C#Face down on the street with a ^D#gun in his hand In the ^G#ghetto

And as her ^G#young man dies On a ^Cmcold and grey Chicago morning A^C#nother little baby ^D#child is born In the ^G#ghetto In the ^G#ghetto In the ^G#ghetto.