Fortunate Son sing and play along

Some folks are born made to wave the flag.

Ooh, they're red, white and blue.

now. And when the band plays "Hail

To The Chief,"

ooh, they point the cannon at you,

sale, Lord.

It ain't me.

It ain't me.

I ain't no senator's son, son,

son. It ain't me.

It ain't me.

I ain't no fortunate one, no.

no. Some folks are born silver spoon in hand.

Lord, don't they help them blue.

now. And when the tax man comes to the door,

Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale,

yeah. It ain't me.

It ain't me.

I ain't no millionaire's son, son,

son. It ain't me.

It ain't me.

I ain't no fortunate one, no.

no.

Yeah, some folks inherit starspangled eyes.

Ooh, they send you down to war.

And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?"

Ooh, they only answer, "More, more,

more, more."

It ain't me.

It ain't me.

I ain't no fortunate one, one,

one. It ain't me.

It ain't me.

I ain't no fortunate son, son,

son.

I ain't no fortunate son.

I ain't no fortunate son, son.

It ain't me.

It ain't me.

It ain't me.

It ain't me.