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Some folks are born made to wave the flag, 
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ooh, they're red, white and blue. 
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And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" 
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they point the cannon right at you. 
 
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no senator's son. 
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one. 
 
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, 
Lord, don't they help themselves. 
But when the tax man comes to the door: 
"Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale." 
 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no millionaire's son. 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one. 
 
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Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, 
ooh, they send you down to war. 
And when you ask them: "How much should we give?" 
Oh, they only answer: "More, more, more" 
 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no military's son. 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.