Carlos Santana - Fortunate Son lyrics

[Verse 1] Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Oh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays, "Hail To The Chief" Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves? Yoh But when the tax man comes to the door Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yeah [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer, "More, more, more" yoh [Chorus][x2]