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Fogerty |
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Some folks are born made to wave the flag |
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Oh, they're red, white and blue |
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But when the band plays 'Hail To The Chief' |
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They point the cannon right at you. |
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one. |
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Some folks are born silver spoon in hand |
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Oh, don't they help themselves |
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But when the tax man comes to the door |
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Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale. |
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no. |
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Some folks inherit star spangled eyes |
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Oh, they will send you down to war |
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And when you ask them : 'How much should we give ?' |
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They always answer more and more. |
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one |
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one |
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son. |
