FORTUNATE SON LyricsArtist(Band):Creedence Clearwater Revival
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",oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,It ain't me, it ain't me,I ain't no senator's 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, why don't they help themselves? oh.But when the taxman come to the door,Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes,It ain't me, it ain't me,I ain't no millionaire's son.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, yoh,It ain't me, it ain't me,I ain't no military son,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, no no no,It ain't me, it ain't me,I ain't no fortunate son, son son son
Artist/Band: Cash Johnny
Lyrics for Song: Drive On
Lyrics for Album: American Recordings
I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
He said is my country just a little off track
Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back
But, it's better than not coming back at all
Many a good man
I saw fall And even now,
every time I dream I hear the men
and the monkeys in the jungle scream
Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me , but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on
I remember one night,
Tex and me Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
We had our 16's on rock and roll
But, with all that fire,
was scared and cold
We were crazy, we were wild
And I have seen the tiger smile
I spit in a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead , but by God's grace
Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on
It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain
And nobody tried to be John Wayne
I came home, but Tex did not
And I can't talk about the hit he got
I got a little limp now when
I walk Got a little tremolo when
I talk But my letter read from Whiskey Sam
You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam
Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on
Jimmy Cliff
Vietnam
Hey Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam
Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam
Yesterday I got a letter from my friend fighting in Vietnam
And this is what he had to say:
'Tell all my friends that I'll be coming home soon
My time'll be up some time in June
Don't forget', he said, 'to tell my sweet Mary
Her golden lips are sweet as cherry'
And it came from Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam
Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam
It was just the next day his mother got a telegram
It was addressed from Vietnam
Now mistress Brown, she lives in the USA
And this is what she rode and said:
'Don't be alarmed', she told me the telegram said
'But mistress Brown your son is dead'
And it came from Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam
Vietnam, Vietnam - hey - Vietnam
Somebody please stop that war now!
Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam - oh
Vietnam, Vietnam - oh - Vietnam, oh oh oh oh - somebody please stop it
Vietnam, Vietnam - oh - Vietnam, Vietnam, oh oh oh oh
Vietnam - hey - Vietnam - aha - Vietnam - oh oh yeah
I wanna say now somebody stop that war - Vietnam .... - oh yeah, aha ....
Ohio
Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming, we're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio.
Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down. Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down. Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming, we're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio,
four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, how many more?
Four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, four dead in Ohio, home many more?
So your brother's bound and gagged
And they've chained him to a chair.
Won't you please come to Chicago
Just to sing
Chicago
In a land that's known as freedom, how can such a thing be fair
Won't you please come to Chicago
For the help that we can bring
We can change the world
Rearrange the world
It's dying to get better
Politicians sit yourselves down
There's nothing for you here
Won't you please come to Chicago
For a ride
Don't ask Jack to help you
'Cause he'll turn the other ear.
Won't you please come to Chicago
Or else join the other side.
We can change...yes we can change...the world
Rearrange...rearrange the world
It's dying...if you believe in justice
It's dying...and if you believe in freedom
It's dying...let a man live his own life
It's dying...rules and regulations who needs them
Open up the door
Somehow people must be free
I hope the day comes soon
Won't you please come to Chicago
Show your face
From the bottom of the ocean
To the mountains of the moon
Won't you please come to Chicago
No one else can take your place
We can change...yes we can change...the world
Rearrange...rearrange the world
It's dying...if you believe in justice
It's dying...and if you believe in freedom
It's dying...let a man live his own life
It's dying...rules and regulations who needs them
Open up the door
Cathedral
Crosby, Stills and Nash
Six o'clock
In the morning
I feel pretty good
So I dropped into the luxury of the lords
Fighting dragons and crossing swords
With the people against the hordes
Who came to conquer
Seven o'clock
In the morning
Here it comes, I taste the warming
I'm so amazed I'm here today
Seeing things so clear this way
In the car and on my way
To Stonehenge
I'm flying in Winchester Cathedral
Sunlight pouring through the break of day
Stumbled through the door
And into the chamber
There's a lady setting flowers on a table covered lace
And a cleaner in the distance
Finds a cobweb on her face
And a feeling deep inside of me
Tells me this can't be the place
I'm flying in Winchester Cathedral
All religion has to have its day
Expressions on the face of the saviour
Made me say
I can't stay
{Refain}
Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here
Too many people have lied in the name of Christ
For anyone to heed the call
So many people have died in the name of Christ
That I can't believe at all
Now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died
In 1799
And the day he died it was a birthday
And I noticed it was mine
And my head didn't know just who I was
And I was spinning back in time
And I am high
Upon the altar, high
Upon the altar, high
I'm flying in Winchester Cathedral
It's hard enough to drink the wine
The air inside just hangs in delusion
Given time, I'll be fine
After The Dolphin
written by Craig Doerge and Graham Nash
(c) 1989 Fairstar Music (ASCAP)
and Nashnotes (ASCAP)
At the Dolphin the beer flowed like wine.
And people were drinking.
Over there, there were lives on the line,
But not at the Dolphin
Across the ocean the world was at war
And bullets were flying.
In the air there's plane headed for
The heart of the Dolphin.
It's after the Dolphin.
They were laughing and drinking and carrying on
and then in the blink of an eye they were gone, gone, gone.
So was the Dolphin, so was the Dolphin, gone was the Dolphin.
What will become of us all? Who know the story?
Will we witness the final fall of the hope and the glory?
Blinded by honor they fought eye to eye
Now men without faces rain fire from the sky.
When you kill from a distance is anyone to blame?
And the armies of warfare will never be the same again.
After the Dolphin, after the Dolphin, after the Dolphin.
