It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son, no,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, yeah,

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the [bad word] to the door,
Lord, the house look a like [bad word] sale, yeah,

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.

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