Fortunate Son Lyrics

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Oh, they're red, white and blue.
But, when the band plays "Hail To The c***f",
They point the cannon right at you.
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no Senator's 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?
But, when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no millionaire's son.
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit Star-Spangled eyes,
Ah, they will send you down to war, Lord,
And, when you ask them: "How much should we give?",
They always answer, more, more, more.
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no military son
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one.

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