Some folks are born, made to wave the flag<br />Ooo, they're red, white and blue<br />And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"<br />Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord<br />It ain't me, it ain't me, <br />I ain't no senator's son, son<br />It ain't me, it ain't me, <br />I ain't no fortunate one, no<br />Some folks are born, <br />silver spoon in hand<br />Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all<br />But when the taxman comes to the door<br />Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah<br />It ain't me, it ain't me,<br />I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no<br />It ain't me, it ain't me<br />I ain't no fortunate one, no<br />Yeah, yeah<br />Some folks inherit star spangled eyes<br />Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord<br />And when you ask 'em, <br />"How much should we give?"<br />Ooh, they only answer <br />"More! More! More!", y'all<br />It ain't me, it ain't me,<br />I ain't no military son, son<br />It ain't me, it ain't me<br />I ain't no fortunate one, one<br />It ain't me, it ain't me<br />I ain't no fortunate one, one<br />
