Bob Seger Fortunate Son
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"
Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's 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 tax man come to the door
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, 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
Oh, they only answer, more, more, more, oh
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son, son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, son, son, son
