From: [email protected] (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)

G F
Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
C7 G
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
G F
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
C7 G
They point the cannon right at you.

G D7 C7 G
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no senator's son.
G D7 C7 G
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 Gdim C G)

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war.




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