Emerson, Lake and Palmer
He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door.
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Ooo, what a lucky man he was
Ooo, what a lucky man he was.
White lace, and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was laid.
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He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory
The people would sing.
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A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he laid down and he died.
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