Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Written by：John C. Fogerty

Some folks are born made to wave the flag

Ooo they're red white and blue

And when the band plays Hail to the Chief

Ooo 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 y'all

But when the taxman comes to the door

Lord the house looks like a rummage sale yeah

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

Yeah yeah

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes

Ooh they send you down to war Lord

And when you ask 'em

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

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