Fortunate son

So Bush didn’t serve his country well in the National Guard thirty years ago. Big deal. As the song goes:

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, 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,

Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don’t they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

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 one, no.

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,

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no military son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, one.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate son, no no no.

Creedence Clearwater Revival, 1969

2 thoughts on “Fortunate son”

  1. Let’s see, this liar who used family connections to dodge the draft, who jumped ahead of the line waiting to get into the National Guard while others went to Viet Nam in his place, who then did not fulfill his Guard duties, disobeyed a direct order, and put the “W” in AWOL is now the Commander-in-Chief sending the sons and daughters of less priviledged Americans off to be killed.

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