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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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Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no Senator's son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one, no |
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Some folks are born silver spoon in hand |
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Lord, don't they help themselves, oh |
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But when the tax men come to the door |
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Oh, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no millionaire's son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one |
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It ain't me |
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I'm no millionaire's son |
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It ain't me |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no Senator's son |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one |
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It ain't me, it ain't me |
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I ain't no fortunate one |
