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
Compositores: Richard S. Sambora (K Swing) (ASCAP), Richard Supa (Goodman Richard) (ASCAP)Editores: Aggressive Music (ASCAP), Bonjovi Music, Sg-music Publ Corp (ASCAP), Sambora Songs (ASCAP), Super Supa Songs (ASCAP)Publicado em 1998ECAD verificado obra #15478134 e fonograma #2387279 em 02/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM