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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.
And when you ask them: "How much should we give?"
Oh, they only answer: "More, more, more"
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no military's son.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.
