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



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



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



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