Pensacola — текст песни (Joan Osborne)

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



He was squinting and stubbled

And standing in the door

He said, if youve come to take the car away

I dont have it anymore

I dont have it anymore



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 wasnt any pain

But I just cant stand the feeling

Its in someone elses veins

Its in someone elses veins



Momma took me aside

And she tried to change my mind

She said, dont waste your time in looking

Theres nothing, nothing left to find

Nothing, nothing left to find



So I left him down 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