text: Born down in a dead man’s town
  The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
  You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much
  Till you spend half your life just covering up
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  I got in a little hometown jam
  And so they put a rifle in my hands
  Son, you ever heard of Vietnam?
  Well, go and kill the yellow man
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  Come back home to the refinery
  Hiring man says “Son if it was up to me”
  I go down to see the V.A. man
  He says “Son don’t you understand”
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  I had a buddy at Khe Sahn
  Fighting off the Viet Cong
  They’re still there, he’s all gone
  He had a little girl in Saigon
  I got a picture of him in her arms
  Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
  Out by the gas fires of the refinery
  I’m ten years down the road
  Nowhere to run, ain’t got nowhere to go
  I’m a long gone daddy in the USA
  Born in the USA
  I’m a cool rocking daddy in the USA
  Born in the USA