Il testo della Made in america

R.sambora

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 time 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 said 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
Till 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 pocket full of gold
When i kissed those younger days goodbye
It almost broke my heart
I was going to 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 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 pocket 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