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Well, I found him in |
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PensacolaIn a trailer in the sand |
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The man from the picture |
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Creased and yellowed in my hand |
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Creased and yellowed in my hand |
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He was squinting and stubbled |
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And standing in the door |
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He said, "If you've come to take the car awayI don't have it anymoreI don't have it anymore" |
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He got the gospel on the radio |
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And the gospel on |
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TVHe got all of the transcripts |
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Back to 1963 |
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Back to 1963 |
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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" |
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Momma took me aside |
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And she tried to change my mind |
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She said, "Don't waste your time in lookingThere's nothing, nothing left to findNothing, nothing left to find" |
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So I left him in |
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PensacolaIn a trailer in the sand |
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The man from the picture |
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Creased and yellowed in my hand |
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Creased and yellowed in my hand |