Made in America chords and lyrics - RICHIE SAMBORA

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[Intro 1]
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Made in [Em]America,

[Verse 1]
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nineteen fifty [G]nine,
Born down by the factor[Em]ies,
cross the [C]Jersey City [G]line.[C]
[G]Raised on rad[Em]io, just a juk[C]ebox kid,
[D]I w[G]as alright.
[Em]Just[C] a s[G]mall town[Em]
homeboy, with [C]big dreams,
[D]Follow[G]ing his conscience,
[Em]in a world[C] full of extre[G]mes.
Fresh outta high [Em]school, [C]only seventeen,
[G]I was alright.
[Em]Blin[C]ded [G]by[Am] my vision,
there was [D]just no turning back,
Like a [G]runaway train,
[D]life was ste[Em]aming down the track.
You'd [Am]say I'd never made it out,
but I [D]kept on hanging on,
Every night [F]I prayed to Jesus,
and [D]held my head up strong.
I was [G]alright, [Em]I lande[C]d on my feet[D],
[G]Made in Ame[Em]rica,
I was [C]brought up on [D]the street.
My [G]old man's independ[Em]ence,
seemed [C]good enough [D]for me,
I was [G]made in [Em]America,
[C]mad[D]e i[G]n Americ[Em]a.[C][G]
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Never [G]cared much [Em]about
[C]politics,'til I was twenty [D]one,
But [G]I woke up when [Em]Lennon,
found the wrong [C]end of [D]a gun.
He [G]left his inspira[Em]tion,
be[C]fore he said [D]goodbye,
And we were [G]alright.
[Em]We a[C]ll l[G]os[Am]e our innocence,
it's im[D]possible to hold,
I [G]didn't know it then,
[D]I had a pocket [Em]full of gold.
When I [Am]kissed those younger days goodbye,
it [D]almost broke my heart,
I was [F]go ing through my growing pains,
I [D]was driving in the dark.
But I was [G]alright, [Em]I lan[C]ded on my feet[D],
[G]Made in Ame[Em]rica,
I was [C]brought up on [D]the street.
I'm [G]facing up to [Em]freedom,
and [C]chasing down [D]my dream,
I was [G]made in [Em]America, [C]yea[D]h I was made i[G]n Ame[Em]rica.[C][G][C][D][C][G][C][D]
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Yeah [Am]we all lose our innocence,
[C]it's im[D]possible to hold,
I just [G]didn't know it then,
[D]I had a pocket [Em]full of gold.
When they [Am]said I'd never make it,
[C]I just k[D]ept hanging on,
And every night [F]I prayed to Jesus,
and [D]I held my head up strong.
And I was [G]alright, [Em]I lan[C]ded on my feet[D],
[G]Made in Ame[Em]rica,
I was [C]brought up on [G]the street.
Facing up to who [Em]I am,
[C]chasing down my [D]dream,
I was [G]made [Em]in America,
[C]yea[D]h I was made i[G]n Ame[Em]rica.[C][D]
[G]Made in [Em]Amer[C] ica[G].

[Outro 1]
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