Fortunate Son Santana (Ft. Scott Stapp)

[Scott Stapp's version:]
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, (x2), I ain't no Senator's son, son
It ain't me, (x2), I ain't no fortunate son, no

Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves? Oh
But when the tax man comes to the door
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yeah

[Chorus]
It ain't me, (x2), I ain't no Millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, (x2), I ain't no fortunate son, 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", more

[Chorus]
No, no, no, I ain't no fortunate son, no (x2)