Lyrics Santana – 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? Yoh
But when the tax man comes to the door
Lord, the house look a 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
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» yoh

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