Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooh, that red, white and blue
And 1 the band plays, "Hail To The Chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, 2

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 3 one, Lord

Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't 4 help themselves, y'all
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house look-ah like a rummage 5 , yes-ah

Uh-it ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no 6 's son, Lord, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, Lord

Yeah, yeah, some folks 7 star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they'll send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, "How much 8 we give?"
Ooh, they only answer, "More, more, more" y'all

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no 9 son, son, son-ah
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one, y'all

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one, y'all
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no