"Lucky Man"
He had white horses And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was led
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
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