Thursday, November 11, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010: Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son
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",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you
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
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 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 inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, 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
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