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