Lucky Man - Jim James

He had white horses

And ladies by the score

All dressed in satin

And waiting by the door

Oooh, what a lucky man he was

White lace and feathers

They made up his bed

A gold covered mattress

On which he was laid

He went to fight wars

For his country and his king

Of his honor and his glory

The people would sing

A bullet had found him

His blood ran as he cried

No money could save him

So he laid down and he died