Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son lyrics

rate me

Some folks are born, made to wave the flag

Ooh, they're red, white and blue

And when the band plays, 'Hail to the chief'

Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord

But it ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no senator's son, son

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one, no

Some folks are born with silver spoon in hand

Lord, don't they help themselves? Oh

But when the taxman come to the door

Lord, the house look like a rummage sale, yes

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

Yeah, yeah, some folks inherit star spangled eyes

Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord

And when you ask them, how much should we give

Ooh, they only answer, more, more, more, yo

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no military son, son, no

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one, no, no

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate son, son

It ain't me