Fogerty says that the song was indirectly inspired by David Eisenhower, the grandson of President Dwight David Eisenhower who married Julie Nixon, the daughter of President Richard Nixon in 1968. Eisenhower did later enlist in the Navy Reserve and served three years on active duty in the early 70s as an officer aboard a US Navy cruiser in the Mediterranean Sea.
Fogerty himself was drafted and served six months in various military bases in the United States.
Fortunate Son
CCR Lyrics
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Ooo, their red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooo, 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
Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no, 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 'em, "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
The lyrics to CCR's song "Fortunate Son" are a scathing commentary on the privilege and inequality that existed during the Vietnam War era. The song is a critique of the Vietnam draft and the fact that wealthy, connected young men were able to avoid service while poor and middle-class individuals were sent to fight and die in a war they did not believe in. The first verse speaks to the idea of patriotism and how those who are "made to wave the flag" and "point the cannon" are not always the ones who have the most to lose, while the singer asserts that he is not one of those privileged few who are able to avoid the frontline.
The second verse continues this theme by focusing on economic privilege. The singer calls out those who are born with a "silver spoon in hand" and do not understand the struggle of those who are not as fortunate. When the taxman comes knocking, the wealthy are quick to avoid paying their fair share, resulting in a home that looks like a "rummage sale." The third verse takes a direct swipe at those who profit from wars and the "star-spangled eyes" they inherit, which lead them to send others to fight and die in their place. When asked how much they are willing to give, these individuals only respond with "more, more, more," indicating their greed and lack of concern for the human cost of war.
Overall, "Fortunate Son" is a poignant critique of the inequality and privilege that existed during the Vietnam War era, and its message continues to resonate today.
Line by Line Meaning
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooo, their red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord
Some people are born to blindly follow their country's leaders and symbols, and when those leaders decide to go to war, the common people they command will be the ones to suffer.
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
I am not part of the privileged class of people who can avoid responsibility for their actions through their connections or wealth.
Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah
Some people are born into wealth and act entitled, but when it comes time to contribute to society, they try to avoid their duty.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!", y'all
Some people have an idealized view of their country and are willing to sacrifice other people's lives to defend that illusion. However, when asked how much they should sacrifice themselves, they always respond with a call for more from others.
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
Once again, I am reminding you that I am not part of the privileged class that can avoid the consequences of their actions or demand more sacrifice from others. I refuse to be a 'fortunate son'.
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@krisfalkenberg
Color of Money State of Address made in USA
Going around in circles ( circuits ), chasing after one another for the color of money, taking chances or welfare through inter-connecting passages , crossroads and Windows (MSN) trying to control the animal in one, from the pit of debt of desire, an emotions in the matrix. $
Dollar, Dollar Bills
Pressing the economics further, less than rich is most in debt, an the back bone of the rich, and the flesh and blood for the animal, All in the name of what, property values. The color of money makes people go wild an adds to its fire. Let me give it to you in other terms, terms you can understand. They cut it like Bolvin coca, Afghani opium and Libyan oil, cut like silver and gold. Lords that have strings tied to the money, an every dollar in its web, hooking the foolish fish in the sea into its financial threshold.
Bending indexes, the color of money, dollars, dollar bills and currencies on a spectrum in a temple dimension, attracting interest . A twenty/eighty cut is knot well/fare, it cuts like a knife, a double edge sword, it gives with one and takes with two, we want face value, the whole in one, par , one over one, knot promises or the color of money, that s blinding you.
" O say can you see," ... the twilight...
Blind and color blind? So cover your eyes, and listen," and listen to your sub conscious . Its a figment of your imagination that's running wild like a bull, a shift to red , so let me give you the 20/20, the whole 9/1/1 doppler tax free fix, in the city that never sleeps. Its supply and demand. They build it up and take them down , and the penny is losing one for everyone made. The nickel cant hold its weight , but its losing, an its face value is deceiving the public eye, so save what you can .
They cant afford it or don't have it to give away, nor can they make anymore, Its coming from the blood that is spilling from the holes in ones pocket and clothing, and the bodies that are falling. Desire is working ten times harder for ten times less and buying things ten times over exhausting its horns and pleasures. At the end of the sale, and day , after all the hands have taken a pinch out of the dollar , dollar bill, one is paying with the bottom dollar, and by the time it gets home to its family, its taxed for the waste, so save what you can.
Either way I, the self, put it , between the differences , it gives one the sum of the hole, the color of money and the same sum and truth ,the wholesumtruth. Now that the money can be made at home , it does not give one the right to cut it out of a sheet of metal and stamp it with a dye, or (DIO ?), " O, Alice, your the Greatest ", its de-facing the value . " Its not what your country can do for you , but what you can do for your country." " We the people", put our trust in the government, ( each other), to provide honest scales and due process, but those who aren't themselves are favoring one side, one side of the scale, the dark side, even though the wind is not for sale, it gives one direction and shows the way , an only a fool doesn't pay attention to signs, lining its pockets , the holes in its clothing with the blood on its hands. Those who live by it , live by the dollar , dollar bill , fall by it, and those who trust in it, give its power and right over their lives, ( soul) . " O, say can you see"
The only one who cares for a title, is lost and needs to be found, an in need of a personality, the individual, and needed to be served with love and sincerity. The servant , common worker, the confidence and capital from whom has a title paid for, is free of, and develops its independence from a co-dependent sovereign and shadow government. " O say, can you see"... the twilight...
They promise them heaven, a spot in the light an all they can eat, and give them hell for it, leaving them to the wicked , emotional trials and shadows , silhouettes that have no eyes , but still can see. So ," Take down these walls". " Four score and seven"
We were given stripes , color and life , light for a conscious , a lamp of knowledge (law) , a guiding light, and land to harvest. The brave to boycott, pro/test, protest in writing; Declare Independence, and reveal the truth and reap what's sowed. Fear not, fear only one-self , "we are not left to live under ourselves " , we have been brought to consciousness , life, and Yahweh ( Jah e vah ) (יהוה ) . Compose yourselves, bring yourselves together, because no matter how much one celebrates it will not raise the dead, nor bring back those who have passed, and neither free one from the misery and trial its been living.
" O , say can you see..." " The fault is not in the stars , but in ourselves."
made in usa
@JonathanRLight
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Hoo 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 furtunate one no
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord don't they help themselves Lord?
But when the taxman come to the door
Lord the house lookin like a rummage sale yeah
It ain't me it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son no no
It ain't me it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one no
Yeah some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Hoo they send you down to war Lord
And when you ask em How much should we give?
Hoo they only answer More more more more
It ain't me it ain't me
I ain't no military son son Lord
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
It ain't me it ain't me
@krisfalkenberg
Color of Money State of Address made in USA
Going around in circles ( circuits ), chasing after one another for the color of money, taking chances or welfare through inter-connecting passages , crossroads and Windows (MSN) trying to control the animal in one, from the pit of debt of desire, an emotions in the matrix. $
Dollar, Dollar Bills
Pressing the economics further, less than rich is most in debt, an the back bone of the rich, and the flesh and blood for the animal, All in the name of what, property values. The color of money makes people go wild an adds to its fire. Let me give it to you in other terms, terms you can understand. They cut it like Bolvin coca, Afghani opium and Libyan oil, cut like silver and gold. Lords that have strings tied to the money, an every dollar in its web, hooking the foolish fish in the sea into its financial threshold.
Bending indexes, the color of money, dollars, dollar bills and currencies on a spectrum in a temple dimension, attracting interest . A twenty/eighty cut is knot well/fare, it cuts like a knife, a double edge sword, it gives with one and takes with two, we want face value, the whole in one, par , one over one, knot promises or the color of money, that s blinding you.
" O say can you see," ... the twilight...
Blind and color blind? So cover your eyes, and listen," and listen to your sub conscious . Its a figment of your imagination that's running wild like a bull, a shift to red , so let me give you the 20/20, the whole 9/1/1 doppler tax free fix, in the city that never sleeps. Its supply and demand. They build it up and take them down , and the penny is losing one for everyone made. The nickel cant hold its weight , but its losing, an its face value is deceiving the public eye, so save what you can .
They cant afford it or don't have it to give away, nor can they make anymore, Its coming from the blood that is spilling from the holes in ones pocket and clothing, and the bodies that are falling. Desire is working ten times harder for ten times less and buying things ten times over exhausting its horns and pleasures. At the end of the sale, and day , after all the hands have taken a pinch out of the dollar , dollar bill, one is paying with the bottom dollar, and by the time it gets home to its family, its taxed for the waste, so save what you can.
Either way I, the self, put it , between the differences , it gives one the sum of the hole, the color of money and the same sum and truth ,the wholesumtruth. Now that the money can be made at home , it does not give one the right to cut it out of a sheet of metal and stamp it with a dye, or (DIO ?), " O, Alice, your the Greatest ", its de-facing the value . " Its not what your country can do for you , but what you can do for your country." " We the people", put our trust in the government, ( each other), to provide honest scales and due process, but those who aren't themselves are favoring one side, one side of the scale, the dark side, even though the wind is not for sale, it gives one direction and shows the way , an only a fool doesn't pay attention to signs, lining its pockets , the holes in its clothing with the blood on its hands. Those who live by it , live by the dollar , dollar bill , fall by it, and those who trust in it, give its power and right over their lives, ( soul) . " O, say can you see"
The only one who cares for a title, is lost and needs to be found, an in need of a personality, the individual, and needed to be served with love and sincerity. The servant , common worker, the confidence and capital from whom has a title paid for, is free of, and develops its independence from a co-dependent sovereign and shadow government. " O say, can you see"... the twilight...
They promise them heaven, a spot in the light an all they can eat, and give them hell for it, leaving them to the wicked , emotional trials and shadows , silhouettes that have no eyes , but still can see. So ," Take down these walls". " Four score and seven"
We were given stripes , color and life , light for a conscious , a lamp of knowledge (law) , a guiding light, and land to harvest. The brave to boycott, pro/test, protest in writing; Declare Independence, and reveal the truth and reap what's sowed. Fear not, fear only one-self , "we are not left to live under ourselves " , we have been brought to consciousness , life, and Yahweh ( Jah e vah ) (יהוה ) . Compose yourselves, bring yourselves together, because no matter how much one celebrates it will not raise the dead, nor bring back those who have passed, and neither free one from the misery and trial its been living.
" O , say can you see..." " The fault is not in the stars , but in ourselves."
made in usa
@jedrzejwroblewski5509
Fortunate son: starts
Grandpa: ah shit here we go again
Huey: ah shit here we go again
Trees: ah shit ở đây chúng tôi đi một lần nữa
@marktheregulardude8651
I laughed too hard at this hahahaha
@drizz3l
Fucking legendary
@castrosin2000
HAHAHAHHAH!!
@anonymouse9013
Everybody gangsta till the trees start talking
@jedrzejwroblewski5509
@@anonymouse9013 start talking Vietnamese
@nathanielbaguette2395
Imagine writing a song about peace and stopping the war and then getting it made into one of the biggest war song ever
@just73319
"Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans."
@ronbaker7501
Still children die. He was from Ca. when it wasn't a bad thing. The lyrics hold true after 50 years.
@karthik-zw5yt
@@just73319 why tf I read your comment in the song's rythm🤣🤣?