Fortunate Son Songtext
von Chase Holfelder

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

It ain't me, it ain′t me, I ain't no senator's son
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, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes


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

I see the bad moon rising
I see trouble all the way

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More, more, more

It ain′t me, it ain't me, I ain′t no military son
It ain't me, oh lord it ain′t me, I ain't no fortunate one

It ain′t me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son