Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Some folks are born made to wave the flag

ooo, they're red, white and blue

And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"

ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord

It ain't me, it ain't me... I ain't no senator's son, no

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, yeah

But when the taxman comes to the door

Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yeah

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

(Guitar)

Yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes

ooo, they send you down to war, Lord

And when you ask 'em how much should we give

ooo, they only answer; more, more, more yeah

It ain't me, it ain't me... I ain't no military son, son, no no

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