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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Performer
John Fogerty
John Fogerty
Guitar
Doug Clifford
Doug Clifford
Drums
Stu Cook
Stu Cook
Bass
Tom Fogerty
Tom Fogerty
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Fogerty
John Fogerty
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Fogerty
John Fogerty
Producer

Lyrics

Some folks are born made to wave the flag Hoo, 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 furtunate one, no Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, Lord? But when the taxman come to the door Lord, the house lookin' 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 Hoo, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?" Hoo, they only answer, "More, more, more, more" It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son, son, Lord 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 It ain't me, it ain't me...
Writer(s): John Cameron Fogerty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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