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Some folks are born, made to wave the flag |
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Ooh, that red, white and blue |
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And when the band plays, "Hail To The Chief" |
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Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no senator's son, son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one, Lord |
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Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand |
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Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all |
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But when the taxman comes to the door |
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Lord, the house look-ah like a rummage sale, yes-ah |
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Uh-it ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no millionaire's son, Lord, Lord |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one, Lord |
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Yeah, yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes |
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Ooh, they'll send you down to war, Lord |
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And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" |
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Ooh, they only answer, "More, more, more" y'all |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no military son, son, son-ah |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one, one, y'all |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one, one, y'all |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no |
