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In The Ghetto [C]Elvis Presley

AAs the snow flies…
On a C#m7cold and grey Chicago morning
A Dpoor little baby E7child is born in the Aghetto
And his Amamma cries…
‚Cos if C#m7there’s one thing that she dont need
It is Danother hungry E7mouth to feed in the Aghetto

People dont you Eunderstand
The child needs a Dhelping Ahand
Or Dhe’ll gonna be an Eangry young man some Aday
Take a look at Eyou and me
Are we too Dblind to Asee
Or Ddo we simply C#mturn our heads and Bmlook the other E7way

AWell, the world turns..
And a C#m7hungry little boy with a runny nose
DPlays in the street as the E7cold wind blows in the Aghetto
And his hunger burns…
So he C#m7starts to roam the streets at night
And he Dlearns how to steal and he E7learns how to fight in the Aghetto

EThen one night in desperation the Dyoung man breaks Aaway
He Dbuys a gun, he C#m7steals a car,
He Bmtries to run but he E7dont get far

AAnd his mamma cries…
As a C#m7crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face Ddown in the street with a E7gun in his hand in the Aghetto
And as her young man dies…
On a C#m7cold and grey Chicago morning
AnDother little baby E7child is born in the Aghetto…

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