Letra de God Bless The Absentee - Paul Simon

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
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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