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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, 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, don't they help themselves now

And when the tax man comes to the door

Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes



It ain't me

It ain't me

I ain't no millionaire's son, son, son

It ain't me

It ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one, no, no



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, more



It ain't me

It ain't me

I ain't no military son, son, 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, one, one

It ain't me

It ain't me

I ain't no fortunate son, son, son

Боб Сегер

Fortunate Son / Боб Сегер

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