music for the national rummage sale

Fogerty, with an amped up version of Fortunate Son. I usually only listen to the original recording because when he first sang it he just rang it out of his throat, just ripped up his heart and belly and it gives me goosebumps to feel it. Recordings after that don’t often replicate the vibe to me. From what I’ve read, CCR recorded that album in one night, and so by the time they got to that song, he was pretty hoarse and he just belted it out. This one doesn’t match it, but it has it’s own energy so I’m giving it its day in court.

To me this song carries the urgency and feelings of the time period and situation perfectly. I think it does okay today, too. Turn it up.

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
Ooh, they point the cannon at you

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senator’s son, son
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, dont they help themselves!
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son!
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, lord
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more!

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one