"Fortunate Son" as written by and John C. Fogerty....
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooo, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooo, 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, 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, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no
Yeah, yeah
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!", y'all
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
Ooo, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooo, 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, 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, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no
Yeah, yeah
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!", y'all
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
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"Fortunate Son" as written by John C Fogerty
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That's a great problem of american society: it worry with problems when they reach its country, only. A great nation must be more human and free of prejuices. American people, you have some great artists. Use their words to open your eyes about your leaders!
It was put under america's worst president ... Lyndon Baines Johnson.
As for the song I see how the problem of the discrimination based on econimic and social status but there is also another. the song also shows how the public gets too carried away on patriotism.
"it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son." - i interprit this to be a knock on the military die hards who will degrade you because the don't deem your patriotism to be as high as theirs.
the war was ill planned and the reasons of it were lost in the politics. it parrallels the war in Iraq today. what exactly are we fighing for? Back home we have heinously untrustworthy leaders acting almost like a dictator under the idea that we are fighting against terror and for freedom. the issue with this war, however, isn't how the rich get out of the draft. the issue is that we are fighting another war that is unnessesary. Unfortunatly we have gone to far to pull out of it and now we must put our troops in great harm to try to clean up Bush's mess. what does america stand for anymore?