Lyrics Ryan Kinder – 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

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 send you down to war
And when they ask ya, «How much we should give?»

?
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