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Dropkick Murphys - Fortunate Son Lyrics

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  • Some folks are born 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, Lord,
  • 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, no,
  • Yeah!
  • Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
  • Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
  • But when the taxman comes to the door,
  • Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
  • It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
  • It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.
  • Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
  • Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
  • And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
  • Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,
  • It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
  • It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.
  • It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
  • It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no

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