Santana - Fortunate Son lyrics

[Scott Stapp's version:] 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" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, (x2), I ain't no Senator's son, son It ain't me, (x2), I ain't no fortunate son, no Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves? Oh But when the tax man comes to the door, Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yeah [Chorus] It ain't me, (x2), I ain't no Millionaire's son, no It ain't me, (x2), I ain't no fortunate son, no 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", more [Chorus] No, no, no, I ain't no fortunate son, no (x2) ...[Chorus]