Roy Black - In the ghetto

As the ^Dsnow flies on a ^F#mcold and grey Chicago morning a ^Gpoor little baby ^Achild is born in the ^Dghetto and his mama cries. ’cause if ^F#mthere’s one thing that she doesn’t need it’s a^Gnother hungry ^Amouth to feed in the ^Dghetto

People don’t you ^Aunderstand, the child needs a ^Ghelping ^Dhand or ^Ghe’ll grow to be an ^Aangry young man some ^Dday. Take a look at ^Ayou and me are we too ^Gblind to ^Dsee Or ^Gdo we simply ^F#mturn our heads and ^Emlook the other ^Away.

Well, the ^Dworld turns and a ^F#mhungry little boy with the running nose ^GPlays in the street as the ^Acold wind blows in the ^Dghetto and his hunger burns, So he ^F#mstarts to roam in the streets at night And he ^Glearns how to steal and he ^Alearns how to fight in the ^Dghetto

^AThen one night in desperation a ^Gyoung man breaks a^Dway He ^Gbuys a gun, ^F#msteals a car, ^Emtries to run, he don’t get^A far

and his ^Dmama cries As a ^F#mcrowd gathers ‘round an angry young man, face ^Gdown in the street with a ^Agun in his hand In the ^Dghetto, and as the young man dies, On a ^F#mcold and grey Chicago morning An^Gother little baby ^Achild is born in the g^Dhetto and his mama cries