God Bless The Absentee — текст песни (Paul Simon)

Lord, Im a working man

And music is my trade

Im travelin with this five-piece band

And I play the ace of spades

I have a wife and family

Who dont 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

Id 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 dont need me yet

His bones are soft

He flies a silver airplane

He wears a golden cross

God bless the absentee



Lord, this countrys changed so fast

The future is the present

The presents in the past

Highways are in litigation

The airports disagree

God bless the absentee

God bless the absentee