Although
they hailed from the San Francisco area, they rarely succumbed
to the psychedelic
indulgences of the era. John Fogerty was very good at voicing
the concerns
of the working class in songs like "Fortunate Son," which is
an
anti-government, anti-rich and anti-war song all rolled into one.
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"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you,
Lord
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, don't they help themselves, oh
But when the taxman come to the door
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes
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
Yeah,
some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war
And when you ask them, how much should we give
Ooh, they only answer, more, more, more, yeah
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
It
ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son