Creedence Clearwater Revival are a bit of a strange band. They were from LA singing about Louisiana and the Bayous. They were not really part of the prevailing Acid/Psychedelic Rock scene but were interesting. They harked back to Rockabilly with Suzie Q, they developed a distinctive riffing and vocals but did not really have a home anywhere.
This song felt like it was trying to align them with the rebellious Youth Culture of the day. But they still kept all the Southern pretentions y’all.
They sat in the middle between the commercial and the Underground but I liked them.
Fortunate Son
Ooo, they’re red, white and blue
And when the band plays “Hail to the Chief”
Ooo, 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
Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don’t they help themselves, y’all
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah
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, no
Yeah, yeah
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask ’em, “How much should we give?”
Ooh, they only answer “More! More! More!”, y’all
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