G F Some folks are born made to wave the flag, C7 G Ooh, that red, white and blue G F And when the band plays "hail to the chief", C7 G Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord! Chorus: G D C It ain't me, it ain't me, G I ain't no senator's son, son G D C It ain't me, it ain't me, G I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, no But when the taxman come' to the door Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale, yeah Chorus: It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son, no no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no Yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer, "More, more, more, more!" Chorus: It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son, son, Lord 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 It ain’t me… | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC C7 D F G |