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 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 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
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