Lord, I´m 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 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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