emerald rose
lucky man
He had white horses And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door  Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was  White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid  Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, 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  Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, 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  Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was