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