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The ghetto Elvis Presley
In the [A]ghetto
[A]And his mother cries ( in [D]th[A]e ghetto )
Amaj& Bm
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need, it's another little hungry
[E]mouth to feed In the[A] ghetto
Now people don't you [E]understand The child needs a h[D]elping h[A]and
Or he'll[D] grow up to be an[E] angry young man some [A]day
Take a look at [E]you and me Are we too [Bm]blind to[A] see
Or [D]do we just [Amaj7]turn our heads and look[Bm] the other way
as the[A] world turns
Amaj7 Bm .
and a hungry little child with a runny nose plays in the streets
as the[E] cold wind blows And his[A] hunger burns
So he [Amaj7]starts to roam the streets at night and he lear[Bm]ns how to steal
and he [E]learns how to fight In the g[A]hetto
And [E]then one night in desperation [Bm] A young man breaks[A] away
He [D]buys a gun [Amaj7] steals a car [Bm]tries to run but he[E] don't get far
and his[A] mother cries
As a[Amaj7] crowd gathers 'round an angry young man [Bm]face down in the street
with a[E] gun in his hand
as her young ma[A]n dies
on a c[Amaj7]old and grey Chicago morn' a[Bm]nother little baby [E]child is born
In the[A] ghetto
And his mama cries
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