Jim James
Jim James
Jim James
Jim James
Jim James
Jim James
Jim James
Jim James
Jim James
Jim James
Jim James
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
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
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, they would sing
Oh, what a lucky man he was
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 laid down and he died
Oh, what a lucky man he was
Oh, what a lucky man he was
Oh, what a lucky man he was
Oh, what a lucky man he was