Lyrics:

Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey
Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey

Well, I found him in Pensacola
In a trailer in the sand
The man from the picture
Creased and yellow in my hand
Creased and yellow 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'

Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey
Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey

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 vei-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey
Vei-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey

Mama took me aside
And she tried to change my mind
She said, 'Don't waste your time in looking
There's nothin', nothin' left to find
Nothin', nothin' left to find'

So I left him in Pensacola
In a trailer in the sand
The man from the picture
Creased and yellow in my hand
Creased and yellow in my ha-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey
Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey
Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey
Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey
Hey-hey, yay-yay
Hey-hey, yay-yay
Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey
Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey
Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey
Hey-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey, yeah-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey