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