Tuesday, January 10, 2012

I wish I was born in the U.S.A.




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, till you spend half your life just covering up.
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.










Yeah, that's right, I'm not born in the U.S.A., but I wish I was.
I love this song, and all about U.S.A.
I think today I wrote U.S.A., for at last 100 times.

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