Fortunate Son

Some folks are born made to wave that flag
Ooh that red, white 'n blue
And when they play Hail to the Cheif
Ooh they point the cannon at you, Lord
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 son
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don’t they help themselves?
And when the taxman comes knocking on their door
Ooh the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no president’s son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no millionaires son, no, no
Some folks in star spangled eyes
Ooh they send you out to war
And when you ask them «How much do we give?»
Ooh they yell me asking for more and more and more and more and more and…
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no president’s son, no, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate son, son, son, son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one, no, no