fortunate son

Some folks are born, to wave the flag, the red, white and blue.
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
Theyll point the cannons right at you.
It aint me, it aint me.
I aint no,
Senators son, no.
It aint me, it aint me.
I aint no, fortunate one.
Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand .
Why dont they help themselves?
And when the taxman comes to the door, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah.
It aint me, it aint me.
I aint no millionaires son, no.
It aint me, it aint me, cause,
I aint no, forunate one.
Some folks are born, star spangled eyes.
Theyll lead you off to war.
And when you ask, how much should we give?
They only awnser
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I aint no military son, no.
It aint me, it aint me, cause,
I aint no senators son, no.
It aint me, it aint me.
I aint no millionaires son, no.
It aint me, it aint me, cause,
I aint no fortunate son.