Some folks are born, to wave the flag,
The red, white and blue.
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
They'll point the cannons right 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.
Why don't they help themselves?
And when the taxman comes to the door,
The house looks like a rummage sale, yeah.

It ain't me, it ain't me.
I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me, cause,
I ain't no, forunate one.

Some folks are born, star spangled eyes.
They'll lead you off to war.
And when you ask, how much should we give?
They only awnser 'More More More'

It ain't me, it ain't me.
I ain't no military son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me, cause,
I ain't no senator's son, 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, cause,
I ain't no fortunate son.
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Fortunate Son Lyrics

Circle Jerks – Fortunate Son Lyrics

Songwriters: JOHN C. FOGERTY
Fortunate Son lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY

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