Fortunate Son Song Lyrics by Creedence Clearwater Revival
Some folks are born made to wave the flagHoo, they’re red, white and blueAnd when the band plays “Hail to the chief”Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no senator’s son, sonIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no furtunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in handLord, don’t they help themselves, Lord?But when the taxman come to the doorLord, the house lookin’ like a rummage sale, yeah
It ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no millionaire’s son, no, noIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no fortunate one, no
Yeah-yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyesHoo, they send you down to war, LordAnd when you ask ’em, “How much should we give?”Hoo, they only answer, “More, more, more, more”
It ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no military son, son, LordIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no fortunate one, one
It ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no fortunate one, no, no, noIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no fortunate son, no, no, noIt ain’t me, it ain’t me…