Fortunate Son
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Fortunate Son Lyrics
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, that red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh, they'll point the cannon at you
It ain't me, no, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son
It ain't me, no, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
Some folks are born with silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves
But when the taxman comes to the door
The house looks like a rummage sale
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son
It ain't me, no, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
Some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Lord, they'll send you off to war
Ooh, when they ask ya, "How much we should give?"
They'll cry more, more, more
It ain't me, no, it ain't me, I ain't no military son
It ain't me, no, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
No, no no no no
No, no no no
No, no no no no
No, no no no
Ooh, that red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh, they'll point the cannon at you
It ain't me, no, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son
It ain't me, no, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
Some folks are born with silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves
But when the taxman comes to the door
The house looks like a rummage sale
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son
It ain't me, no, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
Some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Lord, they'll send you off to war
Ooh, when they ask ya, "How much we should give?"
They'll cry more, more, more
It ain't me, no, it ain't me, I ain't no military son
It ain't me, no, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
No, no no no no
No, no no no
No, no no no no
No, no no no
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Genius Annotation
Nearly 50 years on from its original release, Ryan Kinder reimagines Creedence Clearwater Revival’s classic antiwar anthem “Fortunate Son” as a brooding ballad.
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