Well I found him in Pensacola

In 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 away

I don't have it anymore

I don't have it anymore

He got the gospel on the radio

And the gospel on tv

He got all of the transcripts

Back to 1963

Back to 1963

He said I sold my blood for money

There wasn't any pain

But I just can't stand the feeling

It's in someone else's veins

It'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 looking

There's nothing, nothing left to find

Nothing, nothing left to find

So I left him down in Pensacola

In a trailer in the sand

The man from the picture

Creased and yellowed in my hand

Creased and yellowed in my hand