Well I f^Amound him in P^Censa^Gcola^Am, in a trailer^C in the ^Gsand, ^Am The man from the ^Cpicture,^{G Em}He's stained yellow ^Fin my ^Ghand, ^Em7he's stained yellow ^Fin my ^Ghand. He was ^Amsquinting and ^Cstubbled^G, and^Am standing in the door,^{C G} He said ^Amif you've come to take the ^Ccar a^Gway, ^EmI don't have it ^Fany ^Gmore, ^EmI don't have it ^Fany ^Gmore. ^{Am C G}(yay-hay atd.) 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.