The Getto Elvis Presley
[F]As the snow flies
On a [F]cold and gray chicago mornin'
A [C7]poor little baby [F]child is born
In the [F]ghetto
And his[F] mama cries
'cause if [f]there's one thing that she don't need
It's an-[Bb]other hungry [C7]mouth to feed
In the [F]ghettO
People, don't you [C]understand
The child needs a [Bb]heeee-lping [F]hand
[Bb]he's gonna be an [C7]angry young man some [F]day
Take a look at []you and me,
Are we too [F]bliiiiind to [F]see,
[Bb]Do we simply [F]turn our heads
And [Bb]look the other wa[C7]y
Well the [F] world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
[Bb]Plays in the street as the [C7]cold wind blows
[F]In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he [Bb]learns how to steal
And he [C7]learns how to fight
In the [F] ghetto
[C7]Then one night in desperation
A [Bb]young man [F]breaks away
He [Bb]buys a gun, [F]steals a car,
[Bb]Tries to run, but he don[C7]'t get far
And [F] his mama cries
As a [F]crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face [Bb]down on the street with a [C7]gun in his hand
[F]In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
On a[F] cold and gray chicago mornin',
An-[Bb]other little baby [C7]child is born
In the[F] ghetto
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