you feel the fire Guitar Gangsters and Cadillac Blood They came from the road and out of the dark Went into a place even darker Guitar Gangsters and Cadillac Blood
can you feel the fire Guitar Gangsters and Cadillac Blood They came from the road and out of the dark Went into a place even darker Guitar Gangsters and Cadillac Blood
guy a meat bone, put him on a train That's the way it should end Living on the outskirts, 40 miles away Where the lonely road ends Where The guitar gangsters
: Saturday I love you like gold Not like the monday, you passed like a ghost The fire killed you like a motherless child I saw you at sunday at Barbara
: It?s good to be here, long time no see my dear I took the run out to the road to find a way But the loneliness broke into tears I believe I was wrong
things in order Well the music seems do cover And all the liquid do the colours Well I turn my back and go for all the better things in order And a gangster
Another day was born and rising and on the stool the boy was trying To earn a coin for his mother, and hoping That freedom will lead her away Mr. Cadillac Blood
: Here I sit at Mary Ann?s place Oh baby the rain is always pouring when I?m here Saw the lightning caught your stone Oh maybe the angels of tomorrow
: One lucky bastard finds it?s way for picking up a brand new fire rose All the days of wine and pitiful lie, the pitiful rhymes were all a long time
: I?ve sung the blues for every broken heart in here Time to light up this joint with some boogie woogie feelings move your hips I?ve too felt love and
in They called me The Wild Rover of Hell I?m fighting for nickels and a dime, for the rules I always break See the blood I?ve split, I?ll still be 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
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: [Bonus Track] Making believe, That you still love me. It's leaving me Alone and so blue. I'll always dream, but I'll never own you. Making believe
: Hear the lonesome whipperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I?m So Lonesome I Could Cry I never seen a night so long
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