text: Born down in a dead mans town
  The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
  You end up like a dog thats been beat too much
  Til you spend half your life just coverin up
  I was born in the U.S.A
  Born in the U.S.A
  I got in a little hometown jam
  So they put a rifle in my hands
  Sent me off to a foreign land
  To go and kill the yellow man
  I was born in the U.S.A
  Born in the U.S.A
  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, no?
  I had a brother at Khe Sanh fighting off the Viet Cong
  Theyre still there, hes all gone, gone
  He had a woman he loved in Saigon
  I got a picture of him in her arms, in her arms
  Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
  Out by the gas fires of the refineries
  Im 40 years burnin down the road, the road, the road, the road, the road, the road, the road, the road, the road
  Ive got nowhere to run, Ive got nowhere to go
  Im a long gone daddy in the U.S.A
  Im a cool, cool rockin daddy in the U.S.A