Well I found him in Pensacola, in a trailer in the sand,
The man from the picture,
He's stained yellow in my hand, he's stained 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 any more, I don't have it any more.
yay-hay, ....
He's got the gospel on the radio, and the gospel on TV,
He's 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.
Yay-hey...
Mama took me aside, 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 in Pensacola, in a trailer in the sand,
The man from the picture,
He's stained yellow in my hand, he's stained yellow in my hand.
