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
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
Yeah! 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