| Song | God Bless the Absentee |
| Artist | Paul Simon |
| Album | One-Trick Pony |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : | |
| Lord, i' m a working man | |
| And music is my trade | |
| I' m travelin' with this fivepiece 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 |
| zuò cí : | |
| Lord, i' m a working man | |
| And music is my trade | |
| I' m travelin' with this fivepiece 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 |