G If you ever lived in a ghetto G D7 And maybe at the close of your day G C A7 On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox G C G From the neighborhood cafe G Well, in the noon you may hear the neighbors fussing G D7 When a kid breaks a window-pane G C A7 In the night, in the night you may be wakened G C G By the sound of he outbound train G Well, the rich folks they own the big city G D7 And they down us who living the way we do G C A7 But when you're born a child of a poor man G C G You know the ghetto is the only place for you G Well, if there's such a thing as revolution G D7 And there will be if we rise to the call G C A7 When we build, we build, we build, we build the new Jerusalem G C G There won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all G C G No, there won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all