Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son (Сoncert Version) | Текст песни

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• Creedence Clearwater Revival
• Fortunate Son (Сoncert Version)

Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Oh, that red, white and blue
And when the band plays, "Hail To The Chief"
Oh, 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

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
Oh, they'll send you down to war, lord
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Oh, they only answer, "More, more, more" y'all

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son, son, son
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