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

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand

Lord, don't they help themselves

And when the taxman comes to the door

Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no no no

It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

Yeah!

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes

Ooh, they send you down to war, yeah

And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"

Ooh, they only answer More! More! Yo

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no no no

It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no

It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

Yeah!

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no

It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no

It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, yeah-ah