Testo di 'Made In America' di Richie Sambora

Made in America
Sambora, Supa

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