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Some folks are born, to wave the flag, the red, white and blue. |
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And when the band plays hail to the chief, |
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They'll point the cannons right at you. |
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It ain't me, it ain't me. |
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I ain't no, |
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Senator's son, no. |
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It ain't me, it ain't me. |
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I ain't no, fortunate one. |
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Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand. |
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Why don't they help themselves? |
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And when the taxman comes to the door, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah. |
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It ain't me, it ain't me. |
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I ain't no millionaire's son, no. |
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It ain't me, it ain't me, cause, |
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I ain't no, forunate one. |
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Some folks are born, star spangled eyes. |
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They'll lead you off to war. |
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And when you ask, how much should we give? |
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They only awnser ' |
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More More |
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More' It ain't me, it ain't me. |
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I ain't no military son, no. |
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It ain't me, it ain't me, cause, |
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I ain't no senator's son, no. |
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It ain't me, it ain't me. |
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I ain't no millionaire's son, no. |
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It ain't me, it ain't me, cause, |
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I ain't no fortunate son. |
