Fortunate Son

Some folks are born, made to wave the flag

Ooh, that red, white and blue

And when the band plays, "Hail To The Chief"

Ooh, 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, Lord

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 look-ah like a rummage sale, yes-ah

Uh-it ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no millionaire's son, Lord, Lord

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one, Lord

Yeah, yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes

Ooh, they'll send you down to war, Lord

And when you ask them, "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, son-ah

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one, one, y'all

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one, one, y'all

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no