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