Lyrics God Bless the Absentee - Paul Simon
Lord,
I
am
a
working
man
And
music
is
my
trade
I'm
traveling
with
this
five
piece
band
I
play
the
ace
of
spades
I
have
a
wife
and
family
But
they
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
Purifies
my
life
But
if
I
could
release
my
heart
From
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
The
highways
are
in
litigation
The
airports
disagree
God
bless
the
absentee
God
bless
the
absentee
God
bless
the
absentee
God
bless
the
absentee

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