Interpret:

Creedence Clearwater Revival

Album:

Willy And The Poorboys

Some folks are born to wave a flag.
Ouh, they´re red, white and blue.
And when the band plays:  Hail to the chief!
Ouh, 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.
Yeah!


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 aint no fortunate one, no.


Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, 
Ouh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them:  How much should we give?
Ouh, they only answer more! More! More! yeh,




It ain´t me, it ain´t me, I ain´t no military son, no.
It ain´t me, it ain´t me, I aint no fortunate one, no.
It ain´t me, it ain´t me, I aint no fortunate one, no.
It ain´t me, it ain´t me, I aint no fortunate one, no.