CAPO 1
[Verse1]
As the [A]sn[A]snow flies
On a [C#m]cold and grey Chicago mornin'
A [D]poor little baby [E]child is born
In the [A]gh[A]ghetto
[Verse2]
And his[A]his m[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]gh[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
Well the[A]the w[A]world turns
And a[C#m]a hungry little boy with a runny nose
[D]Plays in the street as the [E]cold wind blows
In the [A]gh[A]ghetto
[Verse3]
And his[A]his h[A]hunger burns
so he st[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]gh[A]ghetto
[Chorus]
[E]Then one night in desperation
[D]A young man breaks [A]away
[D]He buys a gun, [C#m]steals a car,
[Bm]Tries to run, but he d[E]don't get far
And his [A]ma[A]mama cries
As a crow[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]gh[A]ghetto
[Outro]
As her [A]yo[A]young man dies,
On a cold[C#m]cold and grey Chicago mornin'
[D]Another little baby [E]child is born
In the [A]gh[A]ghetto
And his [A]ma[A]mama cries...
