Born in the U.S.A. - Jason Isbell, Amanda Shires

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 to cover it up, now

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., now

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

Born in the U.S.A

I was born in the U.S.A

Born in the U.S.A

I was 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, now?»

Oh yea

Oh no

No, no, no

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

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., now

Born in the U.S.A

I’m a 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’m a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A., now

Oh no

No, no, no, no, no, no

Oh no, no

Oh no, no

Wooh