Fortunate Son (At The Royal Albert Hall / London, UK / April 14, 1970) lyrics

by

Creedence Clearwater Revival


[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves
And when the taxman come to the door
Lord, the house look like a rummage sale

[Chorus]
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionairе's son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate onе

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
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!"

[Chorus]
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, one, one
[Outro]
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one, one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, son, son
It ain't me, Lord, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
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