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