"Well, I found him in Pensacola in a trailer in the sand,
the man from the picture, creased and yellow in my hand,
creased and yellow 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 nineteen sixty-three,
back to nineteen sixty-three
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'
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Momma took me aside and she tried to change my mind.
She said, "Don't waste your time in looking
There's nothin', nothin' left to find,
nothin', nothin' left to find
So I left him in Pensacola in a trailer in the sand,
the man from the picture,
creased and yellow in my hand, creased and yellow in my hand"