Lyrics Fortunate Son (Live In Manchester) - Creedence Clearwater Revival

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
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
Silver spoon in hand
Lord, don′t they help themselves? Yoh!
But when the taxman
Comes to the door
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yeah
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, some folks inherit
Star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask ′em
"How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer, "More, more, more" yoh!
It ain't me, it ain′t me
I ain't no military son, son
It ain′t me, it ain't me
I ain′t no fortunate one, one
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, no, no, no