Happy Birthday Richie!!!

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 time 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 said 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 ...