Ghetto - Joan Baez

If you ever lived in a ghetto

And maybe at the close of your day

On your front porch

you hear the sound of a jukebox

From the neighbourhood cafe

Well 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 time the outbound train

Well the rich folks they own the big city

And they down us who living the way we do

But when you＇re born a child of a poor man

You know the ghetto is the only place for you

Well if there＇s such a thing as revolution

And there will be if we rise to the call

When we build

we build

we build

we build the new Jerusalem

There won＇t be no more ghetto ghetto at all

No there won＇t be no more ghetto ghetto at all