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Some fGolks are born made toF wave the flag,
C7ooh, they're red, white and Gblue.
GAnd when the band plays "FHail to the chief"
C7they point the cannon right at Gyou.
GIt ain't me, D7it ain't me, C7I'm no senator's Gson.
GIt ain't me, D7it ain't me, C7I'm no fortunate Gone.
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.
GCG
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.
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