Fortunate Son - At The Royal Albert Hall / London, UK / April 14, 1970 Songtext
von Creedence Clearwater Revival

Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh they′re red, white, and blue
And when the band played Hail to the chief
Ooh, they point the cannon at you Lord

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 furtunate one

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don′t they help themselves
But when the taxman come to the door
Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale

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


Yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war
And when you ask 'em
How much should we give
Hoo, they only answer, More, more, more, no

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

It ain't me y′all, it ain′t me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
It ain′t me no, it ain't me
I ain′t no fortunate one
One one one ow
It ain't me, it ain′t me
I ain't no fortunate son, son oh
It ain't me, it ain′t me
I ain′t no fortunate one