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Bob Seger - Fortunate Son lyrics
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 |
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