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Lyric
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Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
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Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
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And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
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Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senators's son, son.
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It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,
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Yeah!
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Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
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Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
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10.
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But when the taxman comes to the door,
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11.
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Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
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12.
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
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13.
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It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.
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14.
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Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
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15.
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Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
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And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
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17.
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Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
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It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.
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20.
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,
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