Fortunate Son

Creedence Clearwater Revival

Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooo, they’re red, white and blue. And when the band plays hail to the chief, Ooo, they point the cannon at you, y’all!

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, Son. 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, y’all! But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale.

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.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooo, they send you down to war, y’all. And when you ask them, how much should we give? Ooo, they only answer more! More! More! Y’all.

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no military son, Son. 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.

Goodnight Saigon

Billy Joel

We met as soul mates Remember Charlie On Parris Islands Remember Baker We left as inmates They left their childhood From an asylum On every acre And we were sharp And who was wrong? As sharp as knives And who was right? And we were so gung ho It didn't matter in the thick To lay down our lives Of the fight

We came in spastic We held the day Like tameless horses In the palm We left in plastic Of our hand As numbered corpses They ruled the night And we learned fast And the night To travel light Seemed to last as long as Our arms were heavy Six weeks on Parris Islands But our bellies were tight We held the coastline We had no home front They held the highlands We had no soft soap And they were sharp They sent us Playboy As sharp as knives They gave us Bob Hope They heard the hum of our motors We dug in deep They counted the rotors And shot on sight And waited for us to arrive And prayed to Jesus Christ With all of our might And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together We had no cameras Yes we would all go down together To shoot the landscape We passed the hash pipe And played our Doors tapes And it was dark So dark at night

And we held on to each other Like brother to brother We promised our mothers we'd write And we would all go down together We said we's all go down together Yes we would all go down together Born In The USA Bruce Springsteen

Born down in a dead man's town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that's been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up

Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A.

Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man

Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A.

Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me" Went down to see my V.A. man He said "Son, don't you understand"

I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there, he's all gone

He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go

Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.