Pensacola (Demo)

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 you've come to take the car awayI don't have it anymoreI don't 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 wasn't any painBut I just can't stand the feelingIt's in someone else's veinsIt'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 lookingThere's 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