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From: pjoe@charon.muc.de (Peter Eybert) Cam Wilson writes > Whoever has/gets these lyrics, please post them > in this newsgroup. I need these lyrics too. > Fortunate son (J.Fogerty, Creedence Clearwater Revival)
GSome folks are born mFade to wave the flag, C7ooh, they're red, white and Gblue. GAnd when the band plays &Fquot;Hail to the chief" C7they point the cannon right at Gyou.
GIt ain't me, D7it ain't me, C7I'm no senator's Gson. GIt ain't me, D7it ain't me, C7I'm no fortunate Gone.
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, don't they help themselves. But when the tax man comes to the door: "Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale." It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no millionaire's son. It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one. (break: G Gdim C G) Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, ooh, they send you down to war. And when you ask them: "How much should we give'" Oh, they only answer: "More, more, more" It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no military's son. It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one. -- ____________________________________________________________ Peter Eybert pjoe@charon.muc.de --