Fortunate Son, Creedence (acordes)

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 Mi                  Re                     Sol 
Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh,
                       Do    Mi            
they're red, white and blue. And when the band
Re                        Sol 
plays "Hail to the chief", Ooh, they
                     Do
point the cannon at you, Lord,


Mi           Sim          Sol              
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's
Do        Mi           Sim          Sol     
son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no
          Do
fortunate one, no,


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

Mi           Sim          Sol 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no
              Do       Mi           Sim          Sol 
millionaire's son, no. It ain't me, it ain't me; I
                   Do
ain't no fortunate one, no.


     Mi                  Re                 Sol 
Yeah!Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they
                 Do         Mi              
send you down to war, Lord, And when you ask them,
Re                         Sol 
"How much should we give?" Ooh, they
             Do
only answer More! more! more! yoh,


Mi           Sim          Sol               
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military
Do        Mi           Sim          Sol    
son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no
          Do
fortunate one, one.
Mi           Sim          Sol 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate
Do
one, no no no,