Sambora, Richie - Made In America - Текст песни

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