God Bless The Absentee - текст песни
God Bless The Absentee
LordI’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
LordI 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
Lordthis 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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