Текст песни Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son

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, Lord

But 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 with silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves? Oh
But when the taxman come to the door
Lord, the house look like a rummage sale, yes

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

Yeah, yeah, some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, how much should we give
Ooh, they only answer, more, more, more, yo

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

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