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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