In the Ghetto Elvis Presley 1. As the [C] snow flies, on a [Em] cold and grey Chicago morning a [F] poor little baby [G7] child is born in the [C] ghetto. And his [C] mamma cries, `cause if [Em] there`s something she don`t need it`s [F] another hungry [G7] mouth to feed , in the [C] ghetto. People don`t you [G]understand, the [G] child needs a [F] helping [C] hand, or [F] he`ll grow to be an [G7] angry young man some [C] day. Take a look at [G] you and me, are we too [F] blind to [C] see? Or (guitaretab.com)