Interpret:

Richie Sambora

Album:

Undiscovered Soul

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