Chords for Creedence Clearwater Revival "Fortunate Son" by Shay

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_ _ Some folks are [Db] born, raised to [Ab] fly, _ very [Eb] white and blue. _
_ _ But when the band [Db] plays, they use to the [Ab] theme,
Oh, they're born to [Eb] carry the youth.
_ _ Well, I mean, _ [Bb] well I mean, [Ab] _ I ain't no [Eb] senator's son.
_ _ Well, I mean, [Bb] _ well I mean, [Ab] _ I ain't no fortunate [Eb] one. _
_ Some folks are born, [Db] silver spoon in [Ab] hand,
Lord knows they have them [Eb] sales now.
_ But when the tax man [Db] comes to the [Ab] door,
Oh, the house is like a [Eb] rummage sale. _
_ _ Well, I mean, _ [Bb] _ well I [Ab] mean, I ain't no [Eb] millionaire's son.
Well, _ I mean, [Bb] well I [Ab] mean, I ain't no fortunate [Eb] one. _
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_ _ Some folks inherit [Db] stars, sprinkled [Ab] eyes,
Oh, they're singing down [Eb] the road.
_ _ But when you ask them, [Db] how much do we [Ab] give,
They only [Eb] answer, more, more, more.
Well, I mean, [Bb] _ well I [Ab] mean, I ain't no [Eb] military's son.
_ _ Well, I mean, _ [Bb] _ well I [Ab] mean, I ain't no fortunate [Eb] _ one.
_ _ Well, I mean, [Bb] _ well I [Ab] mean, I ain't no [Eb] millionaire's son.
_ Well, I mean, [Bb] well I mean, [Ab] _ I ain't no fortunate _ one.
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