Song by Creedence Clearwater Revival<br /><br>
Some folks are born to wave the flag,<br>
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.<br>
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",<br>
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,<br>
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.<br>
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,<br>
Yeah!<br>
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Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,<br>
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.<br>
But when the taxman comes to the door,<br>
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,<br>
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.<br>
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.<br>
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Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,<br>
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,<br>
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"<br>
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,<br>
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.<br>
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.<br>
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,<br>
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,<br>
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