1. As the [A]snow flies on a [C#m]cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A [D]poor little baby [E]child is born in the [A]ghetto
And his [A]mama cries, cause if [C#m]there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s [D]another hungry [E]mouth to feed in the [A]ghetto
Chorus: People, don’t you [E]understand, the child needs a [D]helping [A]hand
Or [D]he’ll grow to be an [E]angry young man some [A]day
Take a look at [E]you and me, are we too [D]blind to [A]see
[D]Do we simply [C#m]turn our heads and [Bm]look the other [E]way
2. Well, the [A]world turns and a [C#m]hungry little boy with a runny nose
[D]Plays in the street as the [E]cold wind blows in the [A]ghetto
And his [A]hunger burns, so he [C#m]starts to roam the streets at night
And he [D]learns how to steal and he [E]learns how to fight in the [A]ghetto
Chorus: [E]Then one night in desperation
A [D]young man breaks away
He [D]buys a gun, he [C#m]steals a car
He [Bm]tries to run, but he [E]don’t get far
3. And his [A]mama cries, as a [C#m]crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face [D]down on the street with a [E]gun in his hand in the [A]ghetto
And as her [A]young man dies, on a [C#m]cold and gray Chicago mornin’
[D]Another little baby [E]child is born in the [A]ghetto, and his [A]mama cries
