Fortunate Son - Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band

Some folks are born made to wave that flag Ooh that red, white 'n blue And when they play 'Hail to the Chief' Oh, they point the cannon at you, lord Ain't me, ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son Ain't me, ain't me I'm no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves? And when the tax man knocks on their door Oh, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah Ain't me, ain't me I ain't no CIA's son Ain't me, ain't me I'm no fortunate one, no Some folks are born star-spangled eyes Ooh, they send you out to war And when you ask them, 'How much should we give?' Ooh, they just ask for more and more and more and more and Ain't me, ain't me I'm no law man's son Ain't me, ain't me I'm no fortunate son, no no no Ain't me, ain't me I'm not giving up though, no no no Ain't me, ain't me I'm no fortunate son, no no

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

Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, the red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no senator's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all But when the taxman comes to the door Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, yeah Yeah, some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord But when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer "More, more, more!" It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's one, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no senator's one, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son Yeah!

Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays, "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no senator's son, son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves? Yoh But when the tax man comes to the door Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yeah It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no Yeah, some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer, "More, more, more" yoh It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son, son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, one It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no

Wally's getting anxious thinking 'bout tonight Bruce is all spiffy looking, wicked looking right Eddie's getting spruced and Donna's getting loose They're passing 'round the bottle and they're getting good and juiced The B.G.'s wining-dining, checking talent at the club Skippers haunting second, looking forward to his rub The busters from the country and the hitters from the shop Everybody wants to do the horizontal bop Someone bring the records, someone get the brew Someone get a house, buddy, we'll know what to do Someone tell the ladies, someone make a deal If we can't find a house, someone better find a field Grass is good as carpet, anyplace is fine It's time to get to rockin', babe, it's time to make it shine Tell 'em we'll be dancing, dancing 'til we drop It's time to get down and do the horizontal bop Oh, yeah They're filling up the corners, they're filling up the streets You can feel the tension, you can almost feel the heat The music's getting louder, the beat's getting fast Summer's finally made it, yeah, it's finally here at last The pony cars are cruising on Woodward Avenue Go and try to pass 'em, they'll smoke you if you do The whole town's shaking from the bottom to the top Everybody wants to do the horizontal bop The busters from the country and the hitters from the shop Everybody wants to do the horizontal bop Tell 'em we'll be dancing, dancing 'til we drop Everybody wants to do the horizontal bop