He had white horses, and ladies by the score all dressed in satin, and waiting by the door **chorus** ooh, what a lucky man he was, ooh, what a lucky man he was. White lace and feathers, they made up his bed a gold-covered mattress, on which he was laid **chorus** He went to fight wars, for his country and his king for his honor and his glory, the people would sing **chorus** A bullet had found him, his blood ran as he cried no money could save him, so he laid down and he died **chorus** **chorus**

Fuente: musica.com

Emerson, Lake & Palmer