Published about a month ago in Classic Rock
Fortunate Son
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From the get-go, Chambers presents us with a revitalized version of this iconic track. "Fortunate Son," originally a powerful protest song that epitomized the anti-establishment sentiment of its era, finds itself in new territory with Chambers at the helm. He infuses the song with a modern twist, taking the raw energy of the original and giving it a fresh, contemporary edge.
Lyrics
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Oh, 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, son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no furtunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, Lord?
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale, yeah
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
Yeah-yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Oh, they send you down to war
And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?"
Oh, they only answer, "More, more, more, more"
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son, son, Lord
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
It ain't me, it ain't me...
