Fortunate Son — текст песни (Bob Seger)

Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they`re 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, 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 now
And when the tax man 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, son, son
It ain`t me
It ain`t me
I ain`t no fortunate one, no, no

Some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war
And when you ask `em how much should we give
Ooh, they only answer more, more, more, more

It ain`t me
It ain`t me
I ain`t no military son, son, 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, one, one
It ain`t me
It ain`t me
I ain`t no fortunate son, son, son