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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)
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"
they point the cannon right at you.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no senator's son.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.
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)
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.
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Peter Eybert pjoe@charon.muc.de
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