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 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.

Got in a little hometown jam / So they put a rifle in my hand / Sent 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. / I was born in the U.S.A. / 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, don’t you understand”

I had a brother at Khe Sanh fighting off 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. / Born in the U.S.A. / I’m a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A.

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.

[By Bruce Springsteen © Cbs Records, 1984]