[Intro] [song starts with a marching drum beat like in a military march] … … … [then Enters raw swamp-rock electric guitar riff played twice, gritty overdrive, twangy blues phrasing, tight repetitive hook, punchy attack, slightly loose feel, urgent and rebellious] … … … Yeah— Uh-huh— … [Verse 1] Some folks talk loud ‘bout right and wrong Ooh they’re so sure ‘bout it all now (yeah) Send a letter, sign a paper, Ain’t the ones who march along— (no) [Pre-Chorus] They light the fire from a distance, (oh yeah) Then they turn and walk away— [Chorus - catchy, strained urgent vocals] I ain’t the one, I ain’t the one I ain’t the fortunate one—no, I ain’t the one, I ain’t the one Ain’t got no shield from the gun— (nah) Yeah, they point and say “go fight it,” While they’re sittin’ in the sun— Lord, that ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one— (whoo) [Break / Ad-lib] Play it now— Yeah, let it breathe— [Verse 2 – historical echoes] Kings and crowns been callin’ battles, (mmm) Since the drums of Lexington, Sent the farmers, sent the dockhands, While they dined in Washington— (oh) [Pre-Chorus] From the trenches down to Saigon, Same old story, different name— [Chorus] I ain’t the one, I ain’t the one I ain’t the fortunate one—no, I ain’t the one, I ain’t the one Ain’t got no place to run— Yeah, the bullets fly for somebody, But it sure ain’t chosen sons— (no, no) Lord, that ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one— [Break – guitar + vocal grit] Ahh—watch it now— History talkin’— Yeah— [instrumental - guitar riff] … … [Verse 3 – deeper history / global tone] Cannon smoke and cold war whispers, (oh) Jungle heat and desert sand, Lines get drawn by suited strangers, Blood gets paid by working hands— (yeah) [Pre-Chorus] They sell it wrapped in glory’s ribbon, But it’s the poor who pay the cost— [Chorus] I ain’t the one, I ain’t the one I ain’t no fortunate one—no, I ain’t the one, I ain’t the one, Ain’t got no war to shun— Yeah, the fire burns the many, While it spares the favored ones— Lord, that ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one— [Break – stripped groove, voice forward] No, no— Hear me now— Yeah— [Final Verse – future-facing] Same old story, dressed in new clothes, (hmm) Agent A.I. Drones screens aglow, Still the ones with least between ‘em Got the farthest left to go— (oh no) [Pre-Chorus] They’ll write it clean in history books, But the truth’ll still remain— [Final Chorus – extended] I ain’t the one, I ain’t the one I ain’t no fortunate one—no, I ain’t the one, I ain’t the one Still out here under the gun— Yeah, tomorrow looks like yesterday, When the dealin’s done— Lord, that ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one— [Outro – call and response, fade] That ain’t me— (that ain’t me) No, no— (no, no) Same old line— (same old line) Every time— Yeah—fade it out—
