More songs by Bruce Springsteen
Description
Nebraska '82: Expanded Edition
Vocal, Associated Performer, Electric Guitar, Lyricist, Producer, Composer: Bruce Springsteen
Bass: Garry Tallent
Drums: Max Weinberg
Producer: Jon Landau
Producer: Stevie Van Zandt
Recording Engineer, Engineer: Toby Scott
Assistant Engineer: Jeff Hendrickson
Assistant Engineer: Zoe Yanakis
Mixing Engineer: Rob Lebret
Mastering Engineer: Brian Lee
Mastering Engineer: Bob Jackson
Lyrics and translation
Original
One, two, three, four
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
'Til you spend half your life just coverin' up
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hands
Sent me off to a foreign land
Said, "Son, go and kill the yellow man"
Born in the USA
I was born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says, "Son, if it was up to me"
I went down to see my VA man
He said, "Son, don't you understand?"
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
I was born in the USA
I had a buddy, missed at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a little girl in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms
Down in the shadows of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years down the road
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
Born in the USA
I'm a long-gone daddy in the USA
Born in the USA
I'm a cool rockin' daddy in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
English translation
One, two, three, four
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
'Til you spend half your life just coverin' up
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hands
Sent me off to a foreign land
Said, "Son, go and kill the yellow man"
Born in the USA
I was born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says, "Son, if it was up to me"
I went down to see my VA man
He said, "Son, don't you understand?"
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
I was born in the USA
I had a buddy, missed at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a little girl in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms
Down in the shadows of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years down the road
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
Born in the USA
I'm a long-gone daddy in the USA
Born in the USA
I'm a cool rockin' daddy in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA