In The Ghetto[C] - Elvis Presley [A]As the snow flies… On a [C#m7]cold and grey Chicago morning A [D]poor little baby [E7]child is born in the [A]ghetto And his [A]mamma cries… ‚Cos if [C#m7]there’s one thing that she dont need It is [D]another hungry [E7]mouth to feed in the [A]ghetto People dont you [E]understand The child needs a [D]helping [A]hand Or [D]he’ll gonna be an [E]angry young man some [A]day Take a look at [E]you and me Are we too [D]blind to [A]see Or [D]do we simply [C#m]turn our heads and [Bm]look the other [E7]way [A]Well, the world turns.. And a [C#m7]hungry little boy with a runny nose [D]Plays in the street as the [E7]cold wind blows in the [A]ghetto And his hunger burns… So he [C#m7]starts to roam the streets at night And he [D]learns how to steal and he [E7]learns how to fight in the [A]ghetto [E]Then one night in desperation the [D]young man breaks [A]away He [D]buys a gun, he [C#m7]steals a car, He [Bm]tries to run but he [E7]dont get far [A]And his mamma cries… As a [C#m7]crowd gathers round an angry young man Face [D]down in the street with a [E7]gun in his hand in the [A]ghetto And as her young man dies… On a [C#m7]cold and grey Chicago morning An[D]other little baby [E7]child is born in the [A]ghetto…