[Originally By Creedence Clearwater Revival]
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Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
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ooh, they're red, white and blue.
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And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",
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oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,
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It ain't me, it ain't me,
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I ain't no senator's son,
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It ain't me, it ain't me,
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I ain't no fortunate one, no,
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Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
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Lord, why don't they help themselves? oh.
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But when the taxman come to the door,
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Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes,
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It ain't me, it ain't me,
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I ain't no millionaire's son.
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It ain't me, it ain't me,
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I ain't no fortunate one, no.
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Yeah, some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
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ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
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And when you ask them, how much should we give,
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oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh,
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It ain't me, it ain't me,
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I ain't no military son,
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It ain't me, it ain't me,
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I ain't no fortunate one,
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It ain't me, it ain't me,
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I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
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It ain't me, it ain't me,
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I ain't no fortunate son, son son son
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Fortunate Son
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| Fenix TX |
