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Some folks are born, made to wave that flag |
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Oh that red, white and blue |
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And when they play, 'Hail to the Chief' |
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Oh they point the cannon at you, oh Lord |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate 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? |
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And when the tax man knocks on their door |
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Oh the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah, yeah |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no millionaires son, no, no |
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Some folks are born star spangled eyes |
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Oh they send you out to war |
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And when Australia asks, "How much do we give?" |
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Oh they just ask for more and more |
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And more and more and more and |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no millionaires son, no |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one, one, one |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no CIA son, no |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate son, son, son |