paroles de chanson Fortunate Son - The Dead Daisies

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
Lord, they point the cannons at you

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

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, it looks like a rummage sale

Well, it ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no none
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no

Some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you off to war, now
And when we ask them, how much should I give?
They just say, "More, more, more y'all"

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no general's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, ow

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no general's son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's, I ain't no fortunate one
No, I'm not no fortunate one