Make It Louder

Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" Lord, they point the cannons at you, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, oh But when the taxman comes to the door Lord, it looks looks like a rummage sale, Well It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no none It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you off to war, Now And when we ask them, "How much should I give?" They just say More! more! more! y'all It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no general's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, oh (Solo) It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no general's son, no no It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's, I ain't no fortunate one... No I'm not no fortunate one