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John Fogerty - Fortunate Son Lyrics

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  • (John Fogerty)
  • Some folks are born
  • made to wave the flag,
  • Ooh, they're red, whit and blue.
  • And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
  • they point the cannon right at you.
  • It ain't me,
  • it ain't me.
  • I ain't no senator's 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 tax man 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?"
  • 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.
  • It ain't me,
  • it ain't me.
  • I ain't no Fortunate Son.

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