Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fortunate Son, artist - The Dead Daisies. Date of issue: 04.08.2016
Song language: English
Fortunate Son |
| Some folks are born made to wave the flag |
| Ooh, that red, white and blue |
| And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" |
| Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord |
| It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son |
| It ain't me, it ain't me; |
| I ain't no fortunate one, no |
| Some folks are born silver spoon in hand |
| Lord, don't they help themselves, oh |
| But when the taxman comes to the door |
| Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes |
| It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no |
| It ain't me, it ain't me; |
| I ain't no fortunate one, no |
| Some folks inherit star spangled eyes |
| Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord |
| And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" |
| Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!" |
| It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son |
| It ain't me, it ain't me; |
| I ain't no fortunate one, no |
| It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no |
| It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no |