Am           C   G   Am            C       G     Am
Well I found him in Pensacola, in a trailer in the sand, 
                 C       G
The man from the picture,
Em                  F     G     Em7                  F     G
He's stained yellow in my hand, he's stained  yellow in my hand.
       Am            C       G    Am                    C   G
He was squinting and stubbled, and standing in the door,    
        Am                         C    G
He said if you've come to take the car away,
Em              F   G     Em              F   G
I don't have it any more, I don't have it any more.
Am   C  G
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.