Paroles de God Bless The Absentee
Lord, I'm a working manAnd music is my trade
I'm travelin' with this five-piece band
And 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 sugeon
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 Highways are in litigation
The airports disagree
God bless the absentee
God bless the absentee
Lord, I am a sugeon
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 Highways are in litigation
The airports disagree
God bless the absentee
God bless the absentee
SIMON, PAUL
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