Lyrics

[Verse 1] Lord, I'm a working man and music is my trade I'm traveling 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Bridge] I miss my woman so, I miss my bed I miss those soft places I used to lay my head [Instrumental Break] [Bridge 2] My son don't need me yet, his bones are soft He flies a silver airplane, he wears a golden cross [Outro] God bless the absentee Lord, this country's changed so fast The future is the present, the present's in the past Highways are in litigation, the airports disagree God bless the absentee God bless the absentee