Текст песни Paul Simon - God Bless The Absentee
Paul Simon - God Bless The Absentee слова песни
Lord, Im a working manAnd music is my tradeIm travelin with this five-piece bandAnd I play the ace of spadesI have a wife and familyWho dont see much of meGod bless the absenteeLord, I am a surgeonAnd music is my knifeIt cuts away my sorrowAnd purifies my lifeBut if I could release my heartAnd veins and arteriesId say God bless the absenteeI miss my woman soI miss my bedI miss those soft placesI used to lay my headMy son dont need me yetHis bones are softHe flies a silver airplaneHe wears a golden crossGod bless the absenteeLord, this countrys changed so fastThe future is the presentThe presents in the pastHighways are in litigationThe airports disagreeGod bless the absenteeGod bless the absentee