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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 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.