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  • I want you to get together
    Put your hands together one time
    And help me pray for one sinner from the Ghetto
    Oh Lord we call him Harold Jones
    and he plays drums
    Would you do it for me one time
    Yeah they appreciate you Harold Jones
    And playin' bass Lord
    You know that he's a sinner
    I saw his stash, oh Lord, Lord, Lord would you please
    Put a blessin' on brother Ed Boyer
    We appreciate ya too
    (Hit that note again let me see if it's still right)
    And oh Lord from the Ghetto
    From a one hundred thousand dollar
    house damned
    Ghetto!
    Lord you don't need to bless him no more
    Please get together for Mr. George Gaftcy
    I was born, raised in a Ghetto
    I was born and raised in a Ghetto
    I'm a woman of the Ghetto
    Won't ya listen, won't ya listen, won't ya listen to me
    Babe, just later
    How do ya raise your kids in a Ghetto
    How do ya raise your kids in a Ghetto
    Do you feed one child and starve another
    Won't you tell me legislator
    I'm short, true
    I know that my eyes ain't blue
    But you see I'm a woman from the Ghetto
    I'm brown, green, black that is me
    Yeah I'm a woman of the Ghetto
    How does your heart feel late at night
    How does your heart feel late at night
    Does it beat with shame
    And does it beat with pride
    And won't ya tell me, tell me leg is lator
    Puts me in the mind of
    Commin' cross the water
    In a boar
    Chained and tied, together
    Except no, no they're really not men and women
    Just chain 'em up, tie 'em up
    Chain 'em up, tie 'em up
    Chain 'em up, tie 'em up
    Work! Work! Work!
    That's where the movement came from
    Said Lord, Lord
    My children learn just the same as yours
    As long as nobody tries to close the door
    They cry with pain
    When the night cuts in
    They even close their eyes
    When they wanna sleep
    Got peace you say in all that you ask
    But self respect is our temporary task
    Your baby's standing up there in your Ivory Tower
    16 stories stories tall
    I know that you've checked out at least one Ghetto, but
    I wonder have you lived there at all
    Think you'll find no answer
    Harlem tells me
    Chicago tells me
    Washington got some too
    I have have been upon the mountain top
  • I want you to get together
    Put your hands together one time
    And help me pray for one sinner from the Ghetto
    Oh Lord we call him Harold Jones
    and he plays drums
    Would you do it for me one time
    Yeah they appreciate you Harold Jones
    And playin' bass Lord
    You know that he's a sinner
    I saw his stash, oh Lord, Lord, Lord would you please
    Put a blessin' on brother Ed Boyer
    We appreciate ya too
    (Hit that note again let me see if it's still right)
    And oh Lord from the Ghetto
    From a one hundred thousand dollar
    house damned
    Ghetto!
    Lord you don't need to bless him no more
    Please get together for Mr. George Gaftcy
    I was born, raised in a Ghetto
    I was born and raised in a Ghetto
    I'm a woman of the Ghetto
    Won't ya listen, won't ya listen, won't ya listen to me
    Babe, just later
    How do ya raise your kids in a Ghetto
    How do ya raise your kids in a Ghetto
    Do you feed one child and starve another
    Won't you tell me legislator
    I'm short, true
    I know that my eyes ain't blue
    But you see I'm a woman from the Ghetto
    I'm brown, green, black that is me
    Yeah I'm a woman of the Ghetto
    How does your heart feel late at night
    How does your heart feel late at night
    Does it beat with shame
    And does it beat with pride
    And won't ya tell me, tell me leg is lator
    Puts me in the mind of
    Commin' cross the water
    In a boar
    Chained and tied, together
    Except no, no they're really not men and women
    Just chain 'em up, tie 'em up
    Chain 'em up, tie 'em up
    Chain 'em up, tie 'em up
    Work! Work! Work!
    That's where the movement came from
    Said Lord, Lord
    My children learn just the same as yours
    As long as nobody tries to close the door
    They cry with pain
    When the night cuts in
    They even close their eyes
    When they wanna sleep
    Got peace you say in all that you ask
    But self respect is our temporary task
    Your baby's standing up there in your Ivory Tower
    16 stories stories tall
    I know that you've checked out at least one Ghetto, but
    I wonder have you lived there at all
    Think you'll find no answer
    Harlem tells me
    Chicago tells me
    Washington got some too
    I have have been upon the mountain top