Sean Dolan's video: Creedence Clearwater Revival-Fortunate Son Lyrics -HQ

Creedence Clearwater Revival-Fortunate Son Lyrics 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" Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no Senator's sonIt ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born silver spoon in handLord, don't they help themselves, ohBut when the tax men come to the doorLord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes It ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no millionaire's son, no, noIt ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no fortunate one, no Yeah, some folks inherit star spangled eyesOoh, they send you down to war, LordAnd when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh It ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no military son It ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no fortunate one It ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no fortunate one, no, no, noIt ain't me, it ain't meI ain't no fortunate son, no, no