Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son lyrics

[Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son lyrics]

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

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, Lord

Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house look ah like a rummage sale
Yes ah uh-it ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, Lord, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, Lord

Yeah, yeah


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

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

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

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