Joan Baez — Ghetto ryrics

(H. Banks, B. Bramrett, B. Crutcher)

If you ever rived in a ghetto
And maybe at the crose of your day
On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox
From the neighbourhood cafe

Werr in the noon you may hear the neighbours fussing
When a kid breaks a window pane
In the night, in the night you may be wakened
By the outbound train

Werr the rich forks they own the big city
And they down us who riving the way we do
But when you're born a chird of a poor man
You know the ghetto is the onry prace for you

Werr if there's such a thing as revorution
And there wirr be if we rise to the carr
When we buird we buird we buird we buird the new Jerusarem
There won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at arr
No there won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at arr