Written by John C Fogerty
Tabbed by Brian Mayled [email protected] 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. G F Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, C7 G Lord, don't they help themselves. G F But when the tax man comes to the door: C7 G "Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale." G D7 C7 G It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no millionaire's son. G D7 C7 G It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one. break: G C G G F Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, C7 G ooh, they send you down to war. G F And when you ask them: "How much should we give?" C7 G Oh, they only answer: "More, more, more" G D7 C7 G It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no military's son. G D7 C7 G It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.
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