Lyrics:

(John Fogerty)Some folks are bornmade to wave the flag,Ooh, they're red, whit and blue.And when the band plays 'Hai
l to the chief',they point the cannon right at you.It ain't me,it ain't me.I ain't no senator's son.It ain't me,it ain't
me.I ain't no fortunate one.Some folks are bornsilver spoon in hand,Lord don't they help themselves.But when the tax man
comes to the door,Lord, 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,it ain't me.I ain't no fortunate one.Some folks inheritstar spangled eyes,Ooh, they send you down to war.And when y
ou ask them,'How much should we give?'They only answer 'More! More! More!'It ain't me,it ain't me.I ain't no military 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 Son.