Bob Seger - Fortunate Son lyrics

This is by a band I
I've always loved called the
Creedence Clearwater Revival the
Name of the song is "Fortunate Son"

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, 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 now
And when the tax man comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale
Yeah

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

Yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war
And when you ask 'em how much should we give
Ooh, they only answer more, more, more, more

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

I ain't no fortunate son
I ain't no fortunate son, son it ain't me
It ain't me it ain't me
It ain't me