Il testo della Made in america

(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.