text: Born down in a dead mans town
  First kick I took was when I hit the ground
  You end up like a dog thats been beat too much
  Then you spend half your life just trying to cover up
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  Got in a little hometown jam
  Ao they put a rifle in my hand
  Sent me off to a foreign land
  Go and kill the yellow man
  I was 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
  Went down to see my V.A. man
  He said Son, dont you understand
  Had a brother at Khe Sahn
  Fighting off the Viet Cong
  Theyre still there and hes all gone
  He had a woman he loved in Saigon
  I got a picture of him in her arms
  Shadow of the penitentiary
  Out by the gas fires of the refinery
  Im ten years burning down the road
  Nowhere to run, aint got nowhere to go
  Born in the USA
  I was born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  Born in the USA
  I was born in the USA
  Born in the USA