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
'Til you spend half your life just coverin' up
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
Someplace they called Afghanistan
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"
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Lit by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years running 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. now
Born in the U.S.A
I'm long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. now
Born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
I grew up, I'm gonna die here in the U.S.A.
Drew G. Smith - Born in the USA Lyrics
Drew G. Smith - Born in the USA Lyrics
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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
'Til you spend half your life just coverin' up
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
Someplace they called Afghanistan
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"
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Lit by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years running 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. now
Born in the U.S.A
I'm long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. now
Born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
I grew up, I'm gonna die here in the U.S.A.
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half your life just coverin' up
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
Someplace they called Afghanistan
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"
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Lit by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years running 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. now
Born in the U.S.A
I'm long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. now
Born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
I grew up, I'm gonna die here in the U.S.A.
Writer: Bruce Springsteen
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC