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