Fortunate Son Ryan Kinder

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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