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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&
