Greg Lake
Lucky Man
He had white horsesAnd ladies by the scoreAll dressed in satinAnd waiting by the doorOoh, what a lucky man he wasWhite lace and feathersThey made up his bedA gold covered mattressOn which he was laidHe went to fight warsFor his country and his kingOf his honor and his gloryThe people would singA bullet had found himHis blood ran as he criedNo money could save himSo he laid down and he died
From Letras Mania