Pensacola

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 youve come to take the car awayI dont have it anymoreI dont 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 wasnt any painBut I just cant stand the feelingIts in someone elses veinsIts in someone elses veins'
Momma took me aside
And she tried to change my mind
She said, 'Dont waste your time in lookingTheres 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