{title: In the Ghetto}
{subtitle: Elvis Presley}
	                                                                                               
As the [C]snow flies on a [em]cold and grey Chicago morning, a [F]poor little baby
[G7]child is born in the [C]ghetto, and his mama cries. 'Cause if [em]there's one          
thing that she don't need it's an[F]other hungry [G7]mouth to feed in the [C]ghetto.

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People, don't you [G]understand, the child needs a [F]helping [C]hand, or [F]he'll
grow to be an [G7]angry young man some[C]day. Take a look at [G]you and me 
or are we too [F]blind to [C]see or [F]do we simply [em]turn our heads and [dm]look the other [G7]way.
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Well the [C]world turns and a [em]hungry little boy with a runny nose [F]plays in the street
as a [G7]cold wind blows in the [C]ghetto. And his [C]hunger burns so he [em]starts 
to roam the streets at night and he [F]learns how to steal and he [G7]learns how to fight in the [C]ghetto.

[G]Then one night in desperation, a [F]young man breaks a[C]way. He [F]buys     
a gun, [em]steals a car, [dm]tries to run, but he [G7]don't get far and his [C]mama cries.                                            
As a [em]crowd gathers round an angry young man, [F]face down in the street                     
with a [G7]gun in his hand, in the [C]ghetto. 

And as her young man dies on a [em]cold and grey Chicago morning an[F]other little baby
[G7]child is born in the [C]ghetto.