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Lord, I'm a working man
And 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 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 present's in the past
Highways are in litigation
The airports disagree
God bless the absentee
God bless the absentee
Lord, I'm a working man   And 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 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 present's in the past   Highways are in litigation   The airports disagree   God bless the absentee   God bless the absentee