Fortunate Son
Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son songtekst
Je score:
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, Lord But it 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, no Some folks are born with silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves? Oh But when the taxman come to the door Lord, the house look like a rummage sale, yes It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no Yeah, yeah, 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, yo It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son, son, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no, no 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, son It ain't me