Richie 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