Fortunate Son – 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


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


It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no

It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no


Yeah, yeah

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes

Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord

And when you ask them, “How much should we give?”

Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! y’all


It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no military son, son

It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, 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, no no no