Текст песни C.c.r. - Fortunate Son
C.c.r. - Fortunate Son слова песни
Текст песни C.c.r. - Fortunate Son
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh they're red white and blue.And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"Ooh they point the cannon at you LordIt ain't me it ain't me I ain't no senator's son son.It ain't me it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one noYeah!( )Some folks are born silver spoon in handLord don't they help themselves oh.But when the taxman comes to the doorLord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no