Текст Jim James – Lucky Man

He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin

And waiting by the door

Oh, what a lucky man he was
Oh, what a lucky man he was

White lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was laid

Oh, what a lucky man he was
Oh, 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, they would sing

Oh, what a lucky man he was
Oh, 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

Oh, what a lucky man he was
Oh, what a lucky man he was
Oh, what a lucky man he was
Oh, what a lucky man he was