Текст (слова) песни: Paul Simon - God Bless The Absentee
Lord, I`m a working man And music is my trade I`m travelin` with this five-piece band And I play the ace of spades I have a wife and family Who don`t see much of me God bless the absentee
Lord, I am a surgeon And music is my knife It cuts away my sorrow And purifies my life But if I could release my heart And veins and arteries I`d say God bless the absentee
I miss my woman so I miss my bed I miss those soft places I used to lay my head
My son don`t need me yet His bones are soft He flies a silver airplane He wears a golden cross God bless the absentee
Lord, this country`s changed so fast The future is the present The present`s in the past Highways are in litigation The airports disagree God bless the absentee God bless the absentee
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