1. As the A snow flies on a C#m cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A D poor little baby E child is born in the A ghetto
And his A mama cries, cause if C#m there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s D another hungry E mouth to feed in the A ghetto
Chorus: People, don’t you E understand, the child needs a D helping A hand
Or D he’ll grow to 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
D Do we simply C#m turn our heads and Bm look the other E way
2. Well, the A world turns and a C#m hungry little boy with a runny nose
D Plays in the street as the E cold wind blows in the A ghetto
And his A hunger burns, so he C#m starts to roam the streets at night
And he D learns how to steal and he E learns how to fight in the A ghetto
Chorus: E Then one night in desperation
A D young man breaks away
He D buys a gun, he C#m steals a car
He Bm tries to run, but he E don’t get far
3. And his A mama cries, as a C#m crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face D down on the street with a E gun in his hand in the A ghetto
And as her A young man dies, on a C#m cold and gray Chicago mornin’
D Another little baby E child is born in the A ghetto, and his A mama cries
