I was born down in a dead man's town
And the first kick I took was when I hit the ground
And you end up like a dog that's been beaten too much
Until you spend half your life just covering up
I got in a little hometown jam
So they, so they put a rifle in my hand
And they sent me off to a foreign land
To go and k** the yellow man
I had a brother at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Kong
Well, they're still there
But he's all gone, gone, gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I've got a, got a picture of him in her arms
Well, she's still there
But he's all gone, gone, gone
Now in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I've been ten years burning down this road
I've got nowhere to run
I've got nowhere to go
I was born in the USA
I was born in the USA
I was born in the USA
I've got nowhere to run
I've got nowhere to hide