(originally by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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feat. Scott Stapp)
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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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Ooh, 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, 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, don't they help themselves? Yoh
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But when the tax man comes to the door
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Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yeah
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It ain't me, it ain't me
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I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
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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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Ooh, 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, son
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It ain't me, it ain't me
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I ain't no fortunate one, 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, no, no, no
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Fortunate Son
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| Santana |
