There's a man looking blank to the wall Older, colder and mumbling Looking over his shoulder Until the break of dawn His eyes will not close
All the days are the same getting down At the bar and he's mumbling About the war and lost ones Until the break of dawn And where are his loved ones
Oh baby it's oh so cold in this place Oh maybe it's all so close to the bitter end Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell I'm all alone, and here comes the dawn
Hearing boots walking into the bar Four men dragging their boxes People stare and smell trouble Until the break of dawn, the four men will go
Oh baby it's oh so cold in this place Oh maybe it's all so close to the bitter end Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell I'm all alone, and here comes the dawn
And the four men starts to open every case And people wonder When they pull out their instruments and play
Dear people we are the guitar gangsters And we are here to join you And ease the pain you're in Now listen
Hearing boots walking into the bar Four men dragging their boxes People smile and they're roaring Until the break of dawn, a new day is born
Oh baby it's oh so cold in this place Oh maybe it's all so close to the bitter end Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell I'm all alone, and here comes the dawn
Dear people we are the guitar gangsters And we are here to join you And ease the pain you're in Now listen
Dear ladies and gentlemen We thank you for your kindness We're on the road again, forever.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
