Made In America Lyrics - Singles - Sambora Richie

(R.Sambora & R.Supa) 

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 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'd say I'd never made 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 goodbye, 

And we were alright. 

We all lose our 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 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 chasing 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 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. 

Made in America.