A-one, two, three, four

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just a-coverin' up

Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hands
Sent me off to a foreign land
Said: Son, go and kill the yellow man

Born in the USA
I was born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA

Come back home to the refineries
Hirin' man said: Son, if it was up to me
I went down to see my V-A, man
Said: Son, don't you understand?

Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
I was born in the USA

I had a brother, he stood at Khe Sanh
Fightin' off them Viet Cong
They're still there but he's all gone
He had a little girl in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms

Now down in the shadows of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years down the road
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go

Born in the USA
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
Born in the USA