Born In the U.S.A. - Live at the Walter Kerr Theatre, New York, NY - July 2018

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 covering up

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 hands
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man

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, no?

I had a brother at Khe Sanh fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone, gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms, in her arms

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refineries
I'm 40 years burnin' down the road, the road, the road
The road, the road, the road, the road, the road, the road
I've got nowhere to run
I've got nowhere to go

I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A
I'm a cool, cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A