Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Letra de Fortunate Son

(Lyric and music by John Fogerty)

Some folks are born made wave the flag,
Oh, that red, white and blue, dog
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
Oh, 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, oh
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale, yeah.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, dog
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Oh, and they send you down to war, lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Oh, the only answer is more! more! more! yeah!
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, dog
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, dog
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, dog.

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