Cindy Sheehan and her son Casey.
Fortunate Son
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"
they point the cannon at you.
It ain't me it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son
It ain't me it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one.
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand.
Lord don't they help themselves.
But when the taxman comes to the door
the house looks like a rummage sale.
It ain't me it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son.
It ain't me it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes.
They send you down to war.
And when you ask them how much should we give
they only answer more more more.
It ain't me it ain't me
I ain't no military son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one.
It ain't me it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son.
- John Fogerty, 1969
Fortunate Son
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