Elvis Presley - Ghetto

As the ^Asnow flies ^{D A D} On a ^Ecold and gray chicago mornin' A ^Dpoor little baby ^Echild is born In the ^Aghetto ^{D A D} And his ^Amama cries ^{D A D} 'cause if ^Ethere's one thing that she don't need It's an-^Dother hungry ^Emouth to feed In the ^Aghetto ^{D A} People, don't you ^Eunderstand The child needs a ^Dheeee-lping ^Ahand Or ^Dhe'll grow to be an ^Eangry young man some ^Aday Take a look at ^Eyou and me, Are we too ^Dbliiiiind to ^Asee, ^DDo we simply ^Aturn our heads And ^Elook the other way Well the ^Aworld turns ^{D A D} And a ^Ehungry little boy with a runny nose ^DPlays in the street as the ^Ecold wind blows ^AIn the ghetto ^{D A D} And his ^Ahunger burns ^{D A D} So he ^Estarts to roam the streets at night And he ^Dlearns how to steal And he ^Elearns how to fight In the ^Aghetto ^{D A E}Then one night in desperation A ^Dyoung man ^Abreaks away He ^Dbuys a gun, ^Asteals a car, ^ETries to run, but he don't get far And his ^Amama cries ^{D A D} As a ^Ecrowd gathers 'round an angry young man Face ^Ddown on the street with a ^Egun in his hand In the ^Aghetto ^{D A D} As her ^Ayoung man dies, ^{D A D} On a ^Ecold and gray chicago mornin', An-^Dother little baby ^Echild is born In the ^Aghetto ^{D A D}