{t:In The Ghetto} {st:Elvis Presley} {c:intro:} {sot} A |-------------------------------------------| |--------2^3-2^3-2^3---------2^3-3-2--------| |-----2--2---2---2-----------2---2-2--------| |---2-2--2---2---2---------2-2---2-2--------| |-0----------------------0------------------| |----------------------0--------------------| {eot} [A(intro)]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(intro)]ghetto And his [A(intro)]mamma cries... 'Cos if t[C#m7]here's one thing that she dont need It is [D]another hungry mo[E7]uth to feed in the g[A(intro)]hetto People dont you u[E]nderstand The child needs a h[D]elping h[A]and Or h[D]e'll gonna be an a[E]ngry young man some d[A]ay Take a look at y[E]ou and me Are we too bl[D]ind to s[A]ee Or d[D]o we simply t[C#m]urn our heads and l[Bm]ook the other [E7]way Well, the world turns.. And a hungry little boy with a runny nose Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto And his hunger burns... So he starts to roam the streets at night And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto Th[E]en one night in desperation the y[D]oung man breaks a[A]way He b[D]uys a gun, he s[C#m7]teals a car, He t[Bm]ries to run but he [E7]dont get far And his mamma cries... As a crowd gathers round an angry young man Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto And as her young man dies... On a cold and grey Chicago morning An[D]other little baby c[E7]hild is born in the gh[A]etto...