G                   F
Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
C                 G
ooh, they're red, white and blue.
G                   F
And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",
C                 G
oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

G                  D
It ain't me, it ain't me,
C                    G
I ain't no senator's son,
G                  D
It ain't me, it ain't me,
C                    G
I ain't no fortunate one, no,

G                   F
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
C                 G
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
G                   F
But when the taxman come to the door,
C                 G
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes,


G                  D
It ain't me, it ain't me,
C                    G
I ain't no millionaire's son.
G                  D
It ain't me, it ain't me,
C                    G
I ain't no fortunate one, no.

G                   F
Yeh, some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
C                 G
ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
G                   F
And when you ask them, how much should we give,
C                 G
oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh,

G                  D
It ain't me, it ain't me,
C                    G
I ain't no military son,
G                  D
It iain't me, it ain't me,
C                    G
I ain't no fortunate one,

G                  D
It ain't me, it ain't me,
C                    G
I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
G                  D
It ain't me, it ain't me,
C                    G
I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,