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