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Joan Osborne - Pensacola Lyrics

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
And standing in the door
I don't have it anymore
He was squinting and stubbled
He said if you've come to take the car away
I don't have it anymore
He got all of the transcripts
He got the gospel on the radio
And the gospel on tv
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
There's nothing, nothing left to find
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
Nothing, nothing left to find
So I left him down in Pensacola
The man from the picture
In a trailer in the sand
Creased and yellowed in my hand
Creased and yellowed in my hand