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In the Ghetto (Presley Elvis)

Bb As the snow flies Dmi On a cold and gray chicago mornin D# F A poor little baby child is born Bb In the ghetto Bb And his mama cries Dmi cause if there's one thing that she don't need D# F Its another hungry mouth to feed Bb In the ghetto F People, don't you understand D# Bb The child needs a helping hand D# F Bb Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day F Take a look at you and me, D# Bb Are we too blind to see, D# Dmi Do we simply turn our heads Cmi F And look the other way Bb Well the world turns Dmi And a hungry little boy with a runny nose D# F Plays in the street as the cold wind blows Bb In the ghetto And his hunger burns So he starts to roam the streets at night And he learns how to steal, and he learns how to fight In the ghetto Then one night in desperation A young man breaks away He buys a gun, steals a car, Tries to run, but he don't get far And his mama cries Dmi As a crowd gathers round an angry young man D# F Face down on the street with a gun in his hand Bb In the ghetto As her young man dies, On a cold and gray Chicago mornin, Another little baby child is born In the ghetto