Testi musica canzoni

Lord, I am a working man
And music is my trade
I'm travelin' with this five-piece band
I play the ace of spade
I have a wife and family
But they 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
It purifies my life
But if I could release my heart
And veins and artery
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
The highways are in litigation
The airports disagree
God bless the absentee
God bless the absentee