Richie Sambora

^G Made in ^Em America, ^C Nineten fifteen ^D nine
^G Born down by the ^Em factories, ^C Cross the Jersey City ^D line
^G Raised on r ^Em adio, Just a ju ^C kebox ^D kid
^G I was alri ^Em ght ^{C D
G} Just a small town ^Em homeboy, With ^C big time ^D dreams
^G Foollowing his c ^Em onscience, In a ^C world full of ^D extremes
^G Fresh outta h ^Em igh school, ^C Only seventeen ^D
G I was alri ^Em ght
Riff 1

^Am Blinded by my vision
Riff 2

There ws just no turning back
^G Lika a runaway train ^G/F#
Em Life was steaming down the track
^Am You\'d say I\'d never make it out
Riff 2

But I kept on hanging on
^Am Every night I prayed to Jesus, And held my head up strong
^G I was al ^Em right, I ^C landed on my ^D feet
^G Made in ^Em America, ^C I was brought up on the s ^D treet
^G My old man\'s ^Em independence, ^C Seemed good enough for ^D me
^G I was made in A ^Em merica ^{C D
G} Made in ^Em America..
C G C G D x1 (As Intro)
^G Never cared much about p ^Em olitics, ^C Til I was twenty ^D one
^G But I woke up when ^Em Lennon, ^C Found the wrong end of a ^D gun
^G He left his ^Em inspiration, ^C Before he said ^D goodbye
^G And we were ^Em alright
Riff 1

^Am We all lose our innocence
Riff 2

It\'s impossible to hold
^G I didn\'t know it then ^G/F# ,
I had a ^Em pocket full of gold
^Am When I kissed those younger days goodbye
Riff 2

It almost broke my heart
^Am I was going through my growing pains, I was driving in the dark
But ^G I wa ^Em s alrigh ^C t, I landed on ^D my feet
^G Made in ^Em America, ^C I was brought up on the s ^D treet
^G I\'m facing up to ^Em freedom, ^C And chasing down my ^D dream
^G I was made in ^Em America ^{C D
G} Yeah I was made in ^Em America
C G C G D x1 (As Intro)
SOLO (Chords C G C G D to begin with, then the regular G Em C D pattern - I don\'t
in transcribing solos really, so I\'m not going to, however, it\'s all in Em so feel free to
away.)
C G C G D x1 (As Intro)
^Am Yeah we all lose our innocence
Riff 2

It\'s impossible to hold
^G I didn\'t know it then ^G/F# ,
I had a ^Em pocket full of gold
^Am When they said I\'d never make it
Riff 2

I just kept on hanging on
^Am And every night I prayed to Jesus, And I held my head up strong
And ^G I wa ^Em s alrigh ^C t, I landed on ^D my feet
^G Made in ^Em America, ^C I was brought up on the s ^D treet
^G Facing up to who ^Em I am, cha ^C sing down my dream ^D
G I was made in ^Em America ^{C D
G} Yeah I was made in ^Em America ^{C D
G} Made in ^Em America..
C G C G D x3 (As Intro)
(After this there are some improvised vocals, the arpeggios at the very end are of D and
song is in Em so if you wish to work this last bit out for yourself, go ahead, they
part of the main song though and they aren\'t done live, which is why I\'m not tabbing them.)