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Fortunate Son U2

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Some folks are born made to             wave the flag
Yeah, the red, white, and blue
When the band             plays 'Hail To The Chief'
Yeah, they'll point the cannon at             you

It ain't me, it ain't me, it ain't me
I'm no             millionaire's son
It ain't me, it ain't me, it ain't me
I             ain't no fortunate one

Some folks are born silver spoon in             hand
Well, they help themselves, yeah
When the taxman comes to             the door
House looks a like a rummage sale

It ain't me, it             ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son
It ain't             me, it ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one,             no

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Yeah, when they             send you down to war
Well, when you ask them how much you should             give
Yeah, it's always more, more, more

It ain't me, it             ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son
It ain't me, it             ain't me, it ain't me
I'm no fortunate one

It ain't me, it             ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son
It ain't me, it             ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
Take it             away

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