Richie Sambora
Undiscovered Soul: 1998 Tour Edition

Made in America

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

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