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Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son lyrics
Some folks were born, Made to wave the flag, Ooh, the red white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief", Ooh, they point the cannon at you, y'all. 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 were born, Silver spoon in hand, Lord don't they help themselves, y'all. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale. It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, lord no, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, y'all. YEAH! Some folks inherit star-spangled eyes, Ooh, they'll send you down to war, y'all. And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?" Ooh, the only answer is more, more, more y'all. 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, no, no |
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