Текст песни Bob Seger - Fortunate Son
Bob Seger - Fortunate Son слова песни
Some folks are born made to wave the flagOoh, they`re red, white, and blueAnd when the band plays hail to the chiefOoh, they point the cannon at you, LordIt ain`t meIt ain`t meI ain`t no senator`s son, son, sonIt ain`t meIt ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate one, noSome folks are born silver spoon in handLord, don`t they help themselves nowAnd when the tax man comes to the doorLord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yesIt ain`t meIt ain`t meI ain`t no millionaire`s son, son, sonIt ain`t meIt ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate one, no, noSome folks inherit star-spangled eyesOoh, they send you down to warAnd when you ask `em how much should we giveOoh, they only answer more, more, more, moreIt ain`t meIt ain`t meI ain`t no military son, son, sonIt ain`t meIt ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate oneIt ain`t meIt ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate one, one, oneIt ain`t meIt ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate son, son, son