LAKE, Greg



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


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


He went to fight wars

For his country and his king

Of his honor and his glory

The people would sing


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 lay down and he died


Oh, what a lucky man he was