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Santana
Santana


Background information
Origin San Francisco, California, United States
Genre(s) Blues Rock
Hard Rock
Jazz Fusion
Pop Rock
Psychedelic Rock
Rock
Years active 1967—present
Label(s) Arista Records
Columbia Records
Website Website
Members
Carlos Santana



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Santana Lyrics

"Fortunate Son" lyrics


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”
Ooh, 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 fortunate one, no

Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, “How much should we give?”
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh

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

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