Griffe:

1. Strophe:
           C
As the snow fliels.
         Em                                             F                      G7
On a cold and grey Chicago mornin', a poor little baby child is born
          C
In the Ghetto. And his mama cries.
             Em                                                       F                 G7
Cause if there's one thing she doesn't need it's another hungry mouth to feed.
          C
In the Ghetto.

2. Strophe:
                            G                                         F         C
People, don't you understand, the child needs a helping hand,
      F                          G7                             C
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man someday.
                       G                                  F          C
Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see,
      F                  Em                       Dm                G7
Or do we simply turn our heads and look the other way.

3.  Strophe:
Well, the world turns
A hungry little boy with the runny nose plays in the street As the cold wind blows.
In the Ghetto, and his hunger burns.
He starts to roam the streets at night, he learns how to steal, he learns how to fight
In the Ghetto.

4. Strophe:
       G                                              F                            C
And then one night, in desperatien, a young man breaks away.
      F                Em            Dm                       G7
He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run, but he don't get far,

5.  Strophe:
And his mama cries.
A crowd gathers round an angry young man, face down the streets a gun in his hand.
In the Ghetto. And as her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' another little baby child is born,
In the Ghetto.