Some folks are born made to wave the flag oh 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, 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 taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale yes
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no millionaire’s son no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one no
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Oh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them how much should we give
Oh they only answer more more more
It ain’t me it ain’t me I ain’t no military son son
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
Lyrics by Credence Clearwater Revival, 1969