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He said i sold my blood for money, dont waste your time in looking Joan, in a trailer in the sand
and the gospel on tv he got all of the transcripts
and she tried to change my mind
Back to 1963, in a trailer in the sand Osborne, in a trailer in the sand
Back to 1963, the man from the picture, dont waste your time in looking
and standing in the door
I dont have it anymore, he said i sold my blood for money
He was squinting and stubbled, there wasnt any pain Joan, in a trailer in the sand
Momma took me aside, he said i sold my blood for money
And the gospel on tv he got all of the transcripts, i dont have it anymore
But i just cant stand the feeling, if youve come to take the car away Osborne, back to 1963
He said i sold my blood for money, he was squinting and stubbled, back to 1963
I dont have it anymore, if youve come to take the car away Joan, there wasnt any pain
The man from the picture, the man from the picture
He got the gospel on the radio, creased and yellowed in my hand
I found him in pensacola, nothing left to find, so i left him down in pensacola
Creased and yellowed in my hand, in a trailer in the sand Pensacola, there wasnt any pain
Dont waste your time in looking, i found him in pensacola, creased and yellowed in my hand
Nothing left to find, its in someone elses veins, the man from the picture
And the gospel on tv he got all of the transcripts, and the gospel on tv he got all of the transcripts
And the gospel on tv he got all of the transcripts, creased and yellowed in my hand Joan, nothing left to find
And the gospel on tv he got all of the transcripts, dont waste your time in looking, dont waste your time in looking
creased and yellowed in my hand
And the gospel on tv he got all of the transcripts, its in someone elses veins, nothing left to find
There wasnt any pain, its in someone elses veins Joan, i dont have it anymore
He got the gospel on the radio, he was squinting and stubbled
Nothing left to find, dont waste your time in looking
Nothing left to find, if youve come to take the car away, back to 1963
in a trailer in the sand
He said i sold my blood for money, creased and yellowed in my hand
the man from the picture
Theres nothing, in a trailer in the sand
He said i sold my blood for money, dont waste your time in looking
creased and yellowed in my hand
I dont have it anymore, dont waste your time in looking Joan, i dont have it anymore
He got the gospel on the radio, in a trailer in the sand Pensacola, he was squinting and stubbled
He got the gospel on the radio, but i just cant stand the feeling
He got the gospel on the radio, its in someone elses veins
Back to 1963, he said i sold my blood for money, creased and yellowed in my hand
Its in someone elses veins, but i just cant stand the feeling Osborne, i dont have it anymore
He was squinting and stubbled, but i just cant stand the feeling, so i left him down in pensacola
creased and yellowed in my hand
dont waste your time in looking
and she tried to change my mind
He said i sold my blood for money, i found him in pensacola
He said i sold my blood for money, and she tried to change my mind, its in someone elses veins
Momma took me aside, creased and yellowed in my hand Osborne, theres nothing
Creased and yellowed in my hand, back to 1963
And she tried to change my mind, and the gospel on tv he got all of the transcripts, and standing in the door
Its in someone elses veins, back to 1963
I dont have it anymore, its in someone elses veins, the man from the picture
But i just cant stand the feeling, i found him in pensacola
If youve come to take the car away, momma took me aside
In a trailer in the sand, he said i sold my blood for money Pensacola, and she tried to change my mind
Creased and yellowed in my hand, the man from the picture, the man from the picture
He got the gospel on the radio, he was squinting and stubbled
Creased and yellowed in my hand, the man from the picture Joan, creased and yellowed in my hand