Some folks are born, made to wave the flagOoo, they're red, white and blueAnd when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"Ooo, they point the cannon at you, LordIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, sonIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, noSome folks are born, silver spoon in handLord, don't they help themselves, y'allBut when the taxman comes to the doorLord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeahIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no, noIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, noYeah, yeahSome folks inherit star spangled eyesOoh, they send you down to war, LordAnd when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?"Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!", y'allIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, sonIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, oneIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, noIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, noSongwriters: JOHN C. FOGERTY