Richie Sambora - Mr. Bluesman Lyrics
(R.Sambora & R.Supa)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 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'd say I'd never made 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 goodbye,And we were alright.We all lose our 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 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 chasing 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 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.Made in America.
