Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son Lyrics
Fortunate Son Lyrics
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
they point the cannon right at you.
It ain't me
it ain't me
it ain't no senator's son.
It ain't me
it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one.
Some folks are born
silver spoon in hand
Lord
don't they help themselves.
But when the tax man
comes to the door
Lord
the house looks like a rummage sale.
It ain't me
it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son.
It ain't me
it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one.
Some folks in her it
star spangled eyes
Ooh
they send you down to war.
And when you ask them
How much should we give ?
They only answer more ! more ! more !
It ain't me
it ain't me
I ain't no military son.
It ain't me
it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one.
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