Bài hát God Bless the Absentee - Paul Simon

Lord, I'm a working man
And music is my trade
I'm travelin' 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 presents 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