G F Some folks are born made to wave the flag, C G ooh, they're red, white and blue. G F And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief", C G oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord, G D It ain't me, it ain't me, C G I ain't no senator's son, G D It ain't me, it ain't me, C G I ain't no fortunate one, no, G F Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, C G Lord, don't they help themselves, oh. G F But when the taxman come to the door, C G Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes, G D It ain't me, it ain't me, C G I ain't no millionaire's son. G D It ain't me, it ain't me, C G I ain't no fortunate one, no. G F Yeh, some folks inherit star spangled eyes, C G ooh, they send you down to war, Lord, G F And when you ask them, how much should we give, C G oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh, G D It ain't me, it ain't me, C G I ain't no military son, G D It iain't me, it ain't me, C G I ain't no fortunate one, G D It ain't me, it ain't me, C G I ain't no fortunate one, no no no, G D It ain't me, it ain't me, C G I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,