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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, Lord， 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。