Made In America - Richie Sambora

Made in America

Nineteen fifty 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

Following his conscience

In a world full of extremes

Fresh outta high school

Only seventeen

I was alright

Blinded by my vision

There was just no turning back

Like a runaway train

Life was steaming down the track

You said 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

Till 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 pocket full of gold

When I kissed those younger days goodbye

It almost broke my heart

I was going to through 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 pocket 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