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    Fortunate Son

    There was an article during the presidential campaign about the songs on Bush's iPod:
    First, Bush's iPod is heavy on traditional country singers like George Jones, Alan Jackson and Kenny Chesney. He has selections by the folk-rock singer Van Morrison, whose "Brown-Eyed Girl" is a Bush favorite, and by John Fogerty, most predictably "Centerfield," which was played at Texas Rangers games when Bush was an owner and is still played at ballfields all over America. ("Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today.")
    It made me think of another John Fogerty song, and if Bush has ever heard it before:

    Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival

    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?
    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

    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

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    Re: Fortunate Son

    Reminds me of the time Reagan used Bruce Springsteen's "Born In The USA" during his campaign rallies. Apparently nobody in his camp had paid attention to the lyrics:

    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....

    Come back home to the refinery
    Hiring man said 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.

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