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
Chorus
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I got in a little hometown jam
And so they put a rifle in my hand
Son ya ever heard of Vietnam
Well go and kill the yellow man
Chorus
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refineries
Hiring man says
I go down to see the VA man
He says, "Son, don't you understand."
Chorus
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I had a buddy at Khe Sahn
Fightin' off them Vietcong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a little girl in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms
Hoo, Hoo, Hoo
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years down the road
Nowhere to gun and nowhere to go
Hoo
I'm a long gone daddy in the USA
Born in the USA
I'm a cool rockin' daddy in the USA
Born in the USA Hoo
Em A Em A (Repeat and Fade, with a lot of Hooing)