Letras
He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Black lace and feathers
He made up his bed
A gold-colored mattress
On which he was led
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, 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
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was