| Some folks are born made to wave the flag
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| Ooh, that 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 senator'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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| Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
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| Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
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| But when the taxman comes to the door
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| Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes
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| It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
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| It ain't me, it ain't me; | 
| I ain't no fortunate one, no
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| Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
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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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| Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!"
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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, no
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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 |