Elvis Presley - Ghetto

As the ^Csnow flies ^{F C F} On a ^Gcold and gray chicago mornin' A ^Fpoor little baby ^Gchild is born In the ^Cghetto ^{F C F} And his ^Cmama cries ^{F C F} 'cause if ^Gthere's one thing that she don't need It's an-^Fother hungry ^Gmouth to feed In the ^Cghetto ^{F C} People, don't you ^Gunderstand The child needs a ^Fheeee-lping ^Chand Or ^Fhe'll grow to be an ^Gangry young man some ^Cday Take a look at ^Gyou and me, Are we too ^Fbliiiiind to ^Csee, ^FDo we simply ^Cturn our heads And ^Glook the other way Well the ^Cworld turns ^{F C F} And a ^Ghungry little boy with a runny nose ^FPlays in the street as the ^Gcold wind blows ^CIn the ghetto ^{F C F} And his ^Chunger burns ^{F C F} So he ^Gstarts to roam the streets at night And he ^Flearns how to steal And he ^Glearns how to fight In the ^Cghetto ^{F C G}Then one night in desperation A ^Fyoung man ^Cbreaks away He ^Fbuys a gun, ^Csteals a car, ^GTries to run, but he don't get far And his ^Cmama cries ^{F C F} As a ^Gcrowd gathers 'round an angry young man Face ^Fdown on the street with a ^Ggun in his hand In the ^Cghetto ^{F C F} As her ^Cyoung man dies, ^{F C F} On a ^Gcold and gray chicago mornin', An-^Fother little baby ^Gchild is born In the ^Cghetto ^{F C F}