Текст песни Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son

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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' Oooh they point the cannon 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, no Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves But when the tax man comes to the door Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale It ain't me; it ain't me; I'm no millionaire's son, no It ain't me; it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no Yeah! Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war And when you ask 'em, "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, son It ain't me; it ain't me; I'm no fortunate one It ain't me; it ain't me; I'm no fortunate one, no It ain't me; it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate son

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