VerseGF
Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
C7G
ooh, they're red, white and blue.
GF
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
C7G
they point the cannon right at you.
ChorusGD7C7G
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no senator's son.
GD7C7G
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.
Verse
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves.
But when the tax man comes to the door:
"Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale."
ChorusGD7C7G
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no senator's son.
GD7C7G
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.
[Break]
GGdimCG)Verse
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
ooh, they send you down to war.
And when you ask them: "How much should we give?"
Oh, they only answer: "More, more, more"
ChorusGD7C7G
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no senator's son.
GD7C7G
It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.