歌词
赌博声中夹杂着他们的汗味
They're the men who sweat when they gamble
灵魂也在咖啡，烟味里沉沦
While the coffee an' smoke stain their soul
脏外套盖在耐克鞋上
Keeping Nike's just inside dirty waistcoats
爱也被扔进破洞里
Keeping love in a rusty old hole
输钱的人对自己的臭手气充耳不闻
Broken dream deafly backing a looser
永远想不出自己为什么赢不了
Never thinking why looser won't win
离开时，他们是无名的英雄
They're the heroes who went so unnoticed
那些钱财也随风而散
That the efforts went out with the wind
在靠近那条直通亚特兰大的路上
所有的回忆都在海滩上结束
Near the road that flows to Atlanta
曲折的小径通向树荫
On the Bench where memories all end
踏上一个无友可依的心灵旅程
To the trails back and forth from the Bowery
战场的勋章就是他们的伤痕
March the hearts an' the men with no friends
苍老皮肤上的纹身也已弄脏
九死一生是他们最好的运气
Wearing scars like medals from a battle
照片中妻子准备的松子酒
Fading tattoos smeared on old skin
他们总是欲哭无泪
Lucky Strikes is all luck have left them
啊，黎明时的夜晚开始变暖
Photographs of young wives left for gin
那是远处，他们在战场上呼嚎
They don't cry but their face is always cryin'
有人说，他们已受了上帝的恩泽
Ah, the nights get warm around dawn
在靠近那条直通亚特兰大的路上
That's their battle cry in the distance
所有的回忆都在海滩上结束
Some say that they're JUST PRAISE-IN GOD
曲折的小径通向树荫
踏上一个无友可依的心灵旅程
Near the road that flows to Atlanta
On the Bench where memories all end
To the trails back and forth from the Bowery
March the hearts an' the men with no friends
David Munyon: vocal, guitar
Chris Jones: guitar
Martin Huch: dobro
Thomas Klippel: hammond b3
Hans-Jörg Maucksch: bass
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