fortunate son Creedence Clearwater Revival
Cam Wilson writes Whoever has/gets these lyrics, please post them in this newsgroup. I need these lyrics too. Fortunate son (J.Fogerty, Creedence Clearwater Revival) G F Some folks are born made to wave the flag, C7 G ooh, they're red, white and blue. G F And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" C7 G they point the cannon right at you. G D7 C7 G It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no senator's son. G D7 C7 G 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 tax man comes to the door: "Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale." It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no millionaire's son. It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one. (break: G Gdim C G) Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, ooh, they send you down to war. 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'm no military's son. It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one. -- ____________________________________________________________ Peter Eybert email@example.com --
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