Fortunate Son Songtext
von Creedence Clearwater Revival

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"
Ooh, 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, Lord?
But when the taxman come 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, no, no
It ain't me, it ain′t me
I ain′t no fortunate one, no

Yeah-yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?"
Hoo, they only answer, "More, more, more, more"

It ain′t me, it ain't me
I ain′t no military son, son, Lord
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, no, no, no
It ain't me, it ain′t me
I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no
It ain′t me, it ain't me...