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  • Sambora Richie »

    Sambora Richie Made In America текст песни

    Made In America

    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



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