FORTUNATE SON  - Creedence Clearwater Revival

[G]Some folks are born [F]made to wave the flag,

[C]ooh, they're red, white and [G]blue.

And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"

they point the cannon right at you.

[G]It ain't me, [D]it ain't me, [C]I'm no senator's [G]son.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,

Lord, don't they help themselves.

But when the tax man comes to the door:

"Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale."

It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no millionaire's son.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.

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Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,

ooh, they send you down to war.

And when you ask them: "How much should we give?"

Oh, they only answer: "More, more, more"

It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no military's son.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.

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