Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son (live) 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