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               FORTUNATE SON - Creedence Clearwater Revival
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 Chris McKillop  cdmckill@novice.uwaterloo.ca

Funky Intro bit.......
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VERSE:
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Some Folk are born, made to wave the flag.

 C                      G
oh, that red white and blue.
And when the band played "Hail to the Chief".
oh, they point the cannon at you.

CHORUS:
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It ain't me, it ain't me.

C                    G
I ain't no senitor's son, no.

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It ain't me, it ain't me.

C                    G
I ain't no fortunate son, no.

VERSE 2:
Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves.
But when the tax man come to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rumage sale.

CHORUS:
It ain't me, it ain't me.
I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me.
I ain't no fortunate son, no.

BRIDGE PART: (everyone else stays on G) X2
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VERSE 3:
Some folks inherite star spangled eyes,
oh they'll send ya down to war.
But when you ask 'em how much should we give,
They'll only answer, more, more, more.

CHORUS:
It ain't me, It ain't me.
I ain't no military son, no!
It ain't me, it ain't me. (x2)
I ain't no fortunate one, no. 
It ain't me, it ain't me.
I ain't no fortunate son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me................