Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ohh, they’re red white and blue
And when the band plays “Hail to the Chief”
Ooh, they point the cannon at you
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no senator’s son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don’t they help themselves
But when the tax man come to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rumage sale
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one, no
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ohh they’ll send ya down to war
But when you ask ’em how much should we give
The only answer’s, more, more, more
It ain’t me, It ain’t me
I ain’t no military son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate one, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain’t no fortunate son, no
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
Unpacking the Message of “Fortunate Son”
“Fortunate Son” is a powerful anthem that speaks to themes of privilege, patriotism, and social inequality. Through vivid imagery and pointed verses, the lyrics challenge the idea that all Americans share the same burdens, especially during times of conflict. The song draws a sharp contrast between those born into influence and those who bear the real costs, highlighting a disconnect between leaders and the people they govern. Bob Seger’s rendition preserves the raw honesty and urgency of the original, resonating with listeners who feel outside the circles of privilege.
Song Credits
Songwriters: John Fogerty
Originally released by: Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR) in 1969