Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son Lyrics

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Artist : Creedence Clearwater Revival 
Title : Fortunate Son 
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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-a like a rummage sale, yeah sir 

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. 

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! yoh, 

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son, oh 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, 
It ain't me, It aint me

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lyrics submitted by Sierra (moderator) on 26-09-2005
lyrics corrected on 01-12-2007