As the snow flies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries
Cause there's one thing that she don't need
Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto
Oh people don't you [A7understand
This child needs a helping hand
He's gonna grow to [C7]be [Am]an angry young man some day
Take a look at you [A7and [Bm]me
Are we that blind to [C7]see?
Do we simply turn our heads and [Bm]look the other way?
And the world turns
And the hungry little boy with the ɾunny nose
Plays in the stɾeets as the cold wind blows in the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to [C7]ɾoam the stɾeets at night
And he learns how to [C7]steal and [Bm]he learns how to [C7]fight in theghetto
Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun and [Bm]steals a car
He tɾies to [C7]ɾun but he don't get far
And his mama cries
A crowd gathers ɾound an angry young man
Face down in the stɾeet with a gun in his hand [Bm]in the ghetto
Oh people don't you [A7understand
This child needs a helping hand
He's gonna grow to [C7]be [Am]an angry young man some day
Take a look at you [A7and [Bm]me
Are we that blind to [C7]see?
Do we simply turn our heads and [Bm]look the other way?
And as her young man dies
On a cold and [Bm]grey Chicago morn
Another little baby child is born in the ghetto
