Fortunate Son
CCR

G                   F
Some Folk are born, made to wave the flag.
    C                      G
    oh, that red white and blue.
G                            F
And when the band played "Hail to the Chief".
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    oh, they point the cannon at you.

Chorus
G            D
It ain't me, it ain't me.
C                    G
I ain't no senitor's son, no.
             D
It ain't me, it ain't me.
C                    G
I ain't no fortunate son, no.

G                              F
Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand,
C                             G
    Lord, don't they help themselves.
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But when the tax man come to the door,
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    Lord, the house looks like a rumage sale.



Some folks inherite star spangled eyes,
    oh they'll send ya down to war.
But when you ask 'em how much should we give,
    They'll only answer, more, more, more.