Thursday, October 4, 2012

LUCKY MAN


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


A BRIGHT CHEERFUL SONG FOR A RAINY, GLOOMY DAY! ;-)

BULLETS HAVE NO CONSCIENCE- THE GUN HAS NO FEELINGS,

& THE TRIGGER MAN OBEYS HIS COUNTRY AND KING,

NOT KNOWING HE KILLED A 

LUCKY MAN!



LOVE TO ALL


THE THINGS OF THIS WORLD ARE SO FLEETING. WHAT REALLY MATTERS IN LIFE TO YOU?