Born down in a dead man’s town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground End up like a dog that’s been beat too much 'Til you spend half your life just to cover it up, now
Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A., now
Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hands Send me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery Hiring man said, “Son, if it was up to me” Went down to see my V.A. man He said, “Son, don’t you understand, now?”
I had a brother at Khe Sanh Fighting off all the Viet Cong They’re still there, he’s all gone He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms, now
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I’m ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run, ain’t got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A., now Born in the U.S.A. I’m a long gone daddy in the U.S.A., now
Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I’m a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A., now
“upgrading”