Creedence Clearwater Revival Fortunate Son

Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooo, they re red, white and blue And when the band plays Hail to the Chief Ooo, 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, y all But when the taxman 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, no, no It ain