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In The Ghetto - Elvis Presley











[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...