Текст песни C.C.R. - Fortunate Son
C.C.R. - 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 Chief"They point the cannon right at youIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no senator`s sonIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate oneSome folks are born silver spoon in hand,Lord, dont they help themselvesBut when the tax man comes to the door,Lord the house looks like a rummage saleIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no millionaire`s sonIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate oneSome folks inherit star spangled eyes,Ooh, they send you down to warAnd when you ask them, "How much should we give?"They only answer "More! More! More!"It ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no military sonIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate oneIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate one