Undiscovered soul. Made in America. Sambora Supa. 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.