Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater

And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",

oh, 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 fortunate one, no,

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,

Lord, why don't they help themselves? oh.

But when the taxman come to the door,

Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes,

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, no.

Yeh, some folks inherit star spangled eyes,

ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,

And when you ask them, how much should we give,

oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh,

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,

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 son son