Fortunate Son Lyrics John C, Fogerty

The very motivating song ‘Fortunate Son’ was written in the year 1969 during the US involvement in the Vietnam war by John C Fogerty and has been reproduced by various popular and mainstream artists in the following years. John Fogerty is a member, lead songwriter, guitarist and performer of the American rock band Creedence Clearwater Revival or CCR which was active in the 1960s and 1970s. The band was particularly noted for their lyrics related to social and political issues of the era. The song has been playing a prominent role in various protests against war and military actions.

Licensed versions of the song are featured in many video games like the Battlefield, Mafia III, Playstation etc, in various films from the 1980s to the current releases and even as the background themes in some trading software according to a Qprofit System review.

Although the song was written in the colonial era, it is still performed and has been listed in the ‘500 Greatest Songs of All Time’ by Rolling Stone. The lyrics of the song are included in the National Recording Registry by the Library of Congress. Below are the lyrics of this song, deeply rooted with a very strong message and hence became an anti-war anthem. The theme of the song, as mentioned by the writer is that the rich men create war and the poor men fight this war.

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
ooh, they’re red, white and blue.
And when the band plays “Hail To The Chief”,
oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain’t me, it ain’t me,
I ain’t no senator’s 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, why don’t they help themselves? oh.
But when the taxman come to the door,
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes,

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

Yeh, some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give,
oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh,

It ain’t me, it ain’t me,
I ain’t no military son,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me,
I ain’t no fortunate 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,