Tabbed by Brian Mayled rarcommando@msn.com 


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Some folks are born made to wave the flag, 
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ooh, they're red, white and blue. 
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And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" 
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they point the cannon right at you. 


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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no senator's son. 
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one. 


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Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, 
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Lord, don't they help themselves. 
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But when the tax man comes to the door: 
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"Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale." 


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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no millionaire's son. 
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one. 

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Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, 
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ooh, they send you down to war. 
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And when you ask them: "How much should we give?" 
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Oh, they only answer: "More, more, more" 


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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no military's son. 
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I'm no fortunate one.