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