Fortunate Son (Frankenreiter Donavon)

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’ They point the cannon right at you It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no senator's son It ain't me, it ain't me I’m no fortunate one Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves But when the taxman comes to the door The house look a like a rummage sale It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son It ain't me, it ain't me I’m no fortunate one Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Oh, they send you down to war And when you ask them how much should we give The only answer is more, more, more It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain’t no fortunate one