christine petts — In The Ghetto Acoustic

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[Intro]
E
As the snow flies



[Verse 1]
     G#m
On a cold and grey Chicago morn
  A                B7                 E
a poor little baby boy is born in the ghetto, and his momma cries
        G#m
'Cos if there's one thing that she don't need
       A                   B7                    E
It's another little hungry mouth to feed, in the ghetto


[Chorus 1]
                     B7                            A       E
But people don't you understand, the child needs a helping hand
   A                    B7                   E
Or you're gonna meet an angry young man some day
               B7                     A        E
Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see
A            G#m                F#m            B7            E
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way, well the world turns


[Verse 2]
      G#m
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
A                          B7                     E
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto, and his hunger burns
      G#m
So he starts to roam the streets at night
       A                          B7                          E
And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight, in the ghetto


[Chorus 2]
B7                                 A                 E
Then one night in desperation, the young man breaks away
   A           G#m
He buys a gun, steals a car
   F#m                 B7
He tries to run but he can't get far
        E
And his momma cries


[Verse 3]
       G#m
As the crowd gather round an angry young man
     A                         B7                      E
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand, in the ghetto

And as her young man dies

[Chorus 3]
     G#m                           A                 B7
On a cold and grey Chicago morn, another little baby boy is born
       E
In the ghetto, and his momma cries, in the ghetto