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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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Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no senator's son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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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 come to the door |
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Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no millionaire's son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one, no |
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Yeah, 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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Oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no military son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one, no no no |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate son, no no no |
