Fortunate Son - Rooftop Revolutionaries



     
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Fortunate Son Lyrics


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"
They point the cannon right at you
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, they really help themselves
When the tax man come to the door
Lord, the house look a rummage sale
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son
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

And when you ask 'em, how much should I give
Oh, they only answer, more
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, no
It ain't me, it will never be me
I ain't no fortunate one, no

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
Members: Eleanor Goldfield, Brian Marshak, Lamar Little

Of the people, for the people and by the people - that's what it says on an old, weathered piece of paper that a few visionary men once wrote.
If it sounds good, it is good. A great musician once said that.
Rooftop Revolutionaries is a culmination of those two ideas driven by musicians who got tired of writing in one specific genre and for one specific band.
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