Well, I found him in PensacolaIn a trailer in the sand The man from the picture Creased and yellowed in my hand Creased and yellowed in my hand He was squinting and stubbled And standing in the door He said, "If you've come to take the car awayI don't have it anymoreI don't have it anymore" He got the gospel on the radio And the gospel on TVHe got all of the transcripts Back to 1963 Back to 1963 He said, "I sold my blood for moneyThere wasn't any painBut I just can't stand the feelingIt's in someone else's veinsIt's in someone else's veins" Momma took me aside And she tried to change my mind She said, "Don't waste your time in lookingThere's nothing, nothing left to findNothing, nothing left to find" So I left him in PensacolaIn a trailer in the sand The man from the picture Creased and yellowed in my hand Creased and yellowed in my hand
Well, I found him in PensacolaIn a trailer in the sand The man from the picture Creased and yellowed in my hand Creased and yellowed in my hand He was squinting and stubbled And standing in the door He said, "If you've come to take the car awayI don't have it anymoreI don't have it anymore" He got the gospel on the radio And the gospel on TVHe got all of the transcripts Back to 1963 Back to 1963 He said, "I sold my blood for moneyThere wasn't any painBut I just can't stand the feelingIt's in someone else's veinsIt's in someone else's veins" Momma took me aside And she tried to change my mind She said, "Don't waste your time in lookingThere's nothing, nothing left to findNothing, nothing left to find" So I left him in PensacolaIn a trailer in the sand The man from the picture Creased and yellowed in my hand Creased and yellowed in my hand
