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 Chorus: 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 Chorus 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." 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 Chorus 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.
The times are tough now Just getting tougher This old world is rough It's just getting rougher Cover me Come on baby, cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who will Come on in and cover me Promise me baby you won't let them find us Hold me in your arms Let's let our love blind us Cover me Shut the door and cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who will Come on in and cover me Outside's the rain, the driving snow I can hear the wild wind blowing Turn out the light Bolt the door I ain't going out there no more This whole world is out there just trying to score I've seen enough I don't want to see any more Cover me Come on and cover me I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Driving in to Darlington County Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July Driving in to Darlington County Looking for some work on the county line We drove down from New York City Where the girls are pretty but they just Want to know your name Driving in to Darlington City Got a union connection with an uncle of Wayne's We drove eight hundred miles without seeing a cop We got rock and roll music blasting off the t-top singing Chorus: Sha la la Sha la la la Sha la la la la la la Hey little girl standing on the corner Today's your lucky day for sure all right Me and my buddy we're from New York City We got $200, we want to rock all night Girl, you're looking at two big spenders Why the world don't know what me and Wayne might do Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centres For a kiss and a smile I'll give mine all to you Come on baby take a seat on my fender It's a long night and tell me what else were you gonna do Just me and you, we could Chorus Little girl sitting in the window Ain't seen my buddy in seven days County man tells me the same thing He don't work and he don't get paid Little girl you're so young and pretty Walk with me and you can have your way And we'll leave this Darlington City for a Ride down that Dixie Highway Driving out of Darlington County My eyes seen the glory of the coming of the Lord Driving out of Darlington County Seen Wayne handcuffed to the bumper of a state trooper's Ford Chorus
Friday night's pay night guys fresh out of work Talking about the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt Some heading home to their families, Some looking to get hurt Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their shirts I work for the county on 95 All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss Someday Mister 'm gonna lead a better life than this Chorus: Working on the highway laying down the blacktop Working on the highway all day long I don't stop Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway Working on the highway I met her at a dance down at the union hall She was standing with her brothers, back up against the wall Sometimes we'd go walking down the union tracks One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back Chorus I saved up my money and I put it all away I went to see her daddy but we didn't have much to say "Son, can't you see that she's just a little Girl she don't know nothing about this cruel, cruel world." We lit out down to Florida, we got along all right One day her brothers came and got her And they took me in a black and white The prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that day And the judge got mad and he put me straight away I wake up every morning to the work bell clang Me and the warden go swinging on the Charlotte County road gang Chorus
I had a job, I had a girl I had something going mister in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now I work down at the carwash, where all it ever does is rain Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train She just said, "Joe I gotta go, we had it Once we ain't got it anymore." She packed her bags left me behind she bought a ticket on the Central Line Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining I feel her kiss in the misty rain And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train Last night I heard your voice You were crying, crying You were so alone You said your love had never died You were waiting for me at home Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods I ran till I thought my chest would explode There in the clearing, beyond the highway, In the moonlight, our wedding house shone I rushed through the yard I burst through the front door My head pounding hard Up the stairs I climbed, the room was dark, our bed was empty Then I heard that long whistle whine and I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried Now I swing a sledge hammer on a Railroad gang knocking down them cross ties; working in the rain Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train.
Hey little girl is your daddy home Did he go away and leave you all alone I got a bad desire I'm on fire Tell me now baby is he good to you Can do to you the things that I do I can take you higher I'm on fire Sometimes it's like, someone took a knife Baby edgy and dull and cut a six-inch Valley through the middle of my soul At night I wake up with the sheets Soaking wet and a freight train running Through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire I'm on fire
We busted out of class had to get away from those fools We learned more from a three minute Record than we ever learned in school Tonight I hear the neighbourhood drummer sound I can feel my heart begin to pound You say you're tired and you just want To close your eyes and follow your dreams down Chorus: We made a promise we swore we'd always remember No retreat no surrender Like soldiers in the winter's night with A vow to defend, no retreat no surrender Now young faces grow sad and old And hearts of fire grow cold, we swore blood Brothers against the wind, I'm ready to Grow young again and hear your sister's Voice calling us home across the open yards Well maybe we could cut someplace of Our own with these drums and these guitars Chorus Blood brothers in the stormy night with a Vow to defend no retreat no surrender Now on the street tonight the lights grow Dim the walls of my room are closing in There's a war outside still raging You say it ain't ours anymore to win I want to sleep beneath the peaceful skies in My lover's bed wit a wide open country In my eyes and these romantic dreams in my head Chorus
Well I came by your house the other day Your mother said you went away She said there was nothing that I could have done There was nothing nobody could say Me and you we've known each other ever since we were sixteen I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean Now you hung with me when all the Others turned away, turned up their nose We liked the same music, we liked the same bands, We liked the same clothes We told each other that we were the wildest The wildest things we'd ever seen Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean Now we went walking in the rain talking About the pain that from the world we hid Now there ain't nobody, nowhere's nohow Gonna ever understand me the way you did Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere, in some bus or train Traveling along, in some motel room There'll be a radio playing and you'll hear me sing this song Well, if you do, you'll know I'm thinking Of you and all the miles in between and I'm just calling one last time Not to change your mind, but just to say I miss you baby, Good luck, goodbye Bobby Jean
We sit in the car outside your home I can feel the heat coming 'round I go to put my arm around you and you Give me a look like I'm way out of bounds, You let out one of your bored sighs Well, lately when I look into your eyes I'm goin' down We get dressed up and we go out baby for the night We come home early burning, burning, Burning in some fire fight I'm sick and tired of your setting me up, Setting me up just to knock-a, knock-a Knock-a me down I pull you close but when w kiss I can feel a doubt I remember back when we started, my Kisses used to turn you inside out I used to drive you to work in the morning Friday night I'd drive you all around You used to love to drive me wild But lately girl you get your kicks from must driving me down
I had a friend was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speedball by you Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other night at this roadside bar I was walking and he was walking out We went back inside sat down, had a few drinks But all he kept talking about was Chorus: Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days There's a girl that lives up the block Back in school she could turn all the boys' heads Sometimes on Friday, I'll stop by and have a few drinks After she put her kids to bed Her and her husband Bobby well they split up I guess it's two years gone by now We just sit around talking about the old times, She says when she feels like crying She starts laughing thinking about Chorus Think I'm going down to the well tonight And I'm going to drink till I get my fill And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it But I probably will Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture A little of the glory of, But time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but Boring stories of glory days Chorus
I get up in the evening And I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way I ain't nothing but tired Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there baby I could use just a little help Chorus: You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark Message keeps getting clearer Radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place I check my looks in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face Man, I ain't getting nowhere just living in a dump like this There's something happening somewhere Baby I just know that there is Chorus You sit around getting older There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me I'll shake this world off my shoulders Come on baby the laugh's on me Stay on the streets of this town And they'll be carving you up all night They say you gotta stay hungry Hey baby I'm just about starving tonight I'm dying for some action I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book I need a love reaction Come on now baby gimme just one look Chorus You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart This gun's for hire
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop To pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and Steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown In '65 tension was running high, at my high school There was a lot of fights between the black and white There was nothing you could do Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, In the back seat there was a gun Words were passed, in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come, to my hometown My hometown My hometown My hometown Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores Seems like there ain't nobody Wants to come down here no more They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks Foreman says these jobs are going boys And they ain't coming back to your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out Packing up our bags and maybe heading south I'm 35, we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up, behind the wheel And said son take a good look around, This is your hometown
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