| 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 ain’t no senator’s son
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| It ain’t me, it ain’t me
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| 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 taxman comes to the door
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| The house look a like a rummage sale
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| It ain’t me, it ain’t me I ain’t no millionaire’s son
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| It ain’t me, it ain’t me
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| I’m no fortunate one
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| Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
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| Oh, they send you down to war
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| And when you ask them how much should we give
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| The only answer is more, more, more
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| It ain’t me, it ain’t me I ain’t no military son
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| It ain’t me, it ain’t me I ain’t no fortunate one |