I...am the fortunate son

Most of the time I shy away from what I am about 2 write. Whenever the urge arises 2 expel in the manner that follows I remember the lines from Platoon, "You gotta be rich in the first place to think like that".

Recently I listened 2 the story of a wounded Iraq veteran whose father is a laid off steel worker and mother a secretary. My blood, which admittedly rests in more than modest comfort, can't help but condemn those who drape themselves in wealth and influence while appealing 2 freedom and patriotism as long as their interests are protected.

FORTUNATE SON--CCR
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, 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, no, no.
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, SON,
NOIt ain't me, it ain't me,I ain't no fortunate one,
NO NOIt 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, son son son