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