Emerson Lake And Palmer – Lucky man

Emerson Lake And Palmer – Lucky man

 

 

He had white horsesAnd ladies by the scoreAll dressed in satinAnd waiting by the door
Ooh, what a lucky man he wasOoh, what a lucky man he was
White lace and feathersThey made up his bedA gold covered mattressOn which he was laid
Ooh, what a lucky man he wasOoh, what a lucky man he was
He went to fight warsFor his country and his kingOf his honor and his gloryThe people would sing
Ooh, what a lucky man he wasOoh, what a lucky man he was
A bullet had found himHis blood ran as he criedNo money could save himSo he laid down and he died
Ooh, what a lucky man he wasOoh, what a lucky man he was