Fortunate Son - CREEDENCE cover by Australian supergroup...The Filthy Animals ft Angry Anderson

All Legends. All Classic Rock. The Filthy Animals is a supergroup of well known and respected Australian musicians who came together during covid to form a top shelf rock cover band while their main acts were unable to perform due to capacity restrictions. From 6 to a lineup of over 30 of Aussie's finest, featuring past and current members of Australian Rock Royalty bands such as: Choirboys, Dragon, Mondo Rock, Eurogliders, John Butler Trio, Savage Garden, Wolfmother, The Vines, Skyhooks, The Angels, Rose Tattoo, Ian Moss Band, Midnight Oil and many more....fronted by bona fide legends of rock, theatre, sport and TV. This is NOT your average cover band! The Filthy Animals featured here: *Vocals- Angry Anderson *Guitar - Brett Williams *Guitar - Daniel Cox *Drums - Kerry Jacobson *Bass- Lee Novak *Keys- Glen Muirhead Fortunate Son Originally recorded by Creedence Clearwater Revival Written by John Fogerty Recorded April 2024 at Loft West End Mixed and Mastered by Steve James Video recording and editing by Dojo Media Company Live Recording by Alex Rottier - Astute Sound Management; Hazbeen Productions Bookings: [email protected] Gigs and tickets: https://linktr.ee/filthyanimalsband Connect with The Filthy Animals Facebook: @filthyanimalsoz Instagram: @filthyanimalsband_official Web: www.filthyanimals.com.au Lyrics Some folks are born made to wave the flag Hoo, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" Ooh, 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 furtunate one, no Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, Lord? But when the taxman come to the door Lord, the house lookin' 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 Hoo, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?" Hoo, they only answer, "More, more, more, more" It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son, son, Lord 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 It ain't me, it ain't me...