Fortunate Son (Creedence Clearwater Revival)

Some folks are born made to wave the flag 
Ooh, that red, white and blue 
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" 
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord 

CHORUS: 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son 
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no 

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand 
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh 
But when the taxman comes to the door 
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes 

CHORUS: 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no 
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no 

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes 
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord 
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" 
Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!" 

CHORUS: 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son 
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

CHORUS: 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no

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