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.