Fortunate Son (Creedence Clearwater Revival Cover)
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh they're red white and blue. And when the band plays Hail to the chief
they point the cannon right at you. It ain't me it ain't me it ain't no senator's son. It ain't me it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one.
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord don't they help themselves. But when the tax man comes to the door
Lord the house looks 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.
Some folks in her it star spangled eyes
Ooh they send you down to war. And when you ask them
How much should we give ? They only 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.