flashbacks space to change background scroll down THEYRE IN THE TREES Some folks are born made to wave the flag They're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief" 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 Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, yeah But when the taxman comes to the door The house look a like a rummage sale 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 Yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes They send you down to war And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?" They only answer, "More, more, more" 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 It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one
credit to me712 i am honestly not done with this yet.
