R.Sambora 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