A Broken Man and the Dawn

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 just burns like a living hell

I'm all alone, and here comes the dawn

Hearing boots walking into the bar

Foreman dragging the boxes

People stare and smell troubles

Until the break of dawn

The foreman will come

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 come the dawn

And the foremen starts to open every case

And people wonder

When the pull out their instruments

And play

Dear people, we are the guitar gangsters

And we're here to join you

And ease the pain you're in

Now listen

Hearing boots walking out of the bar

Foreman dragging the boxes

People stare 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 come the dawn

Dear people, we are the guitar gangsters

And we're 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