Fortunate Son Creedence Clearwater Revival
Fortunate son
(J.Fogerty, Creedence Clearwater Revival)
[G]Some folks are born m[F]ade to wave the flag,
[C]ooh, they're red, white and [G]blue.
[G]And when the band plays "[F]Hail to the chief"
[C]they point the cannon right at [G]you.
[G]It ain't me, [D]it ain't me, [C]I'm no senator's [G]son.
[G]It ain't me, [D]it ain't me, [C]I'm no fortunate [G]one.
Some folks are born silver 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'm no millionaire's son.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.
(break: G Gdim C G)
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
ooh, they send you down to war.
And when you ask them: "How much should we give?"
Oh, they only answer: "More, more, more"
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no military's son.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.
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Peter Eybert pjoe@charon.muc.de
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