Lord, they help themselves
It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, look out
It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no
It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no
It ain't me, you ain't me, me, I ain't no fortunate son
It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
Publisher: JONDORA MUSIC, A DIV OF FANTASY INC
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
Some folks are buried with silver spoon in hand
But when the taxman comes on to the door
Songwriter: John Fogerty
Ooh, they send you down to war
Some folks are born to wave away the flag
Ooh, when the band plays, "Hail to the chief"
It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no
It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no military son, son
They point the cannon at you, Lord
The house like a rummage sale, Lord
They only answer, "More, more, more"
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
It ain't me, you ain't me, me, I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no military son, son
It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, son
Ooh, when you ask them, "How much should we give?"