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

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 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, don´t you understand now?"

Had a brother at khe sahn 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 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 USA

I´m a cool rocking daddy in the USA