Fortunate Son

Cam Wilson writes

Whoever has/gets these lyrics, please post them

in this newsgroup. I need these lyrics too.

Fortunate son

(J.Fogerty, Creedence Clearwater Revival)

G F

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,

C7 G

ooh, they're red, white and blue.

G F

And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"

C7 G

they point the cannon right at you.

G D7 C7 G

It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no senator's son.

G D7 C7 G

It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,

Lord, don't they help themselves.

But when the tax man comes to the door:

"Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale."

It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no millionaire's son.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.

(break: G Gdim C G)

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,

ooh, they send you down to war.

And when you ask them: "How much should we give?"

Oh, they only answer: "More, more, more"

It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no military's son.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.

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Finger

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