R.sambora



Made in america

Nineten fifteen nine

Born down by the factories

Cross the jersey city line

Raised on radio

Just a jukebox kid

I was alright

Just a small town homeboy

With big time dreams

Foollowing his conscience

In a world full of extremes

Fresh outta high school

Only seventeen

I was alright

Blinded by my vision

There ws just no turning back

Lika a runaway train

Life was steaming down the track

You'd say i'd never make it out

But i kept on hanging on

Every night i prayed to jesus

And held my head up strong

I was alright

I landed on my feet

Made in america

I was brought up on the street

My old man's independence

Seemed good enough for me

I was made in america

Made in america

Never cared much about politics

Til i was twenty one

But i woke up when lennon

Found the wrong end of a gun

He left his inspiration

Before he said boodbye

And we were alright

We all lose out innocence

It's impossible to hold

I didn't know it then

I had a packet full of gold

When i kissed those younger days goodbye

It almost broke my heart

I was going to ghrough my growing pains

I was driving in the dark

But i was alright

I landed on my feet

Made in america

I was brought up on the street

I'm facing up to freedom

And chacing down my dream

I was made in america

Yeah i was made in america

Yeah we all lose our innocence

It's impossible to hold

I just didn't know it then

I had a packet full of gold

When they said i'd never make it

I just kept on hanging on

And every night i prayed to jesus

And i held my head up strong

And i was alright

I landed on my feet

Made in america

I was brought up on the street

Facing up to who i am

Chasing down my dream

I was made in america

Yeah i was made in america