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Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
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ooh, they're red, white and blue.
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And when the band plays 'Hail to the chief'
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they point the cannon right at you.
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no senator's son.
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.
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Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
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Lord, don't they help themselves.
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But when the tax man comes to the door:
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'Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale.'
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no millionaire's son.
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.
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Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
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ooh, they send you down to war.
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And when you ask them: 'How much should we give?'
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Oh, they only answer: 'More, more, more'
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no military's son.
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.
Written by John C Fogerty