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Lyrics
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son
Album: 'Willy And The Poorboys' (1969)

Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief"
Ooh they point the cannon at you, Lord.

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.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Yeah
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!" Yo.

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, one.

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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