paroles de chanson Fortunate Son - Shannon Noll

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

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves
And when the taxman comes to the door
Ooh, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no 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, Yeah
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! y'all

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, no no no
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no

Yeah

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no sanitor's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no sanitor's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, Yeaaeah