C 
Well I trace shapes in clouds and I saw things I've never seen 
  Dm 
We move like renegades down interstates reload their magazine 
      C 
Almost killed us in that city it was far too close to call 
   Dm 
So we put money in the bags rip wanted posters off the wall 
        C 
Say I`m wanted for a murder of a man I've never seen 
     Dm 
They say I shot him dead, one to his head, somewhere in Holly Springs 
         C 
May have killed a man before not the one that they exclaim 
                G 
They`ll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang 



   C/G            E                   F/C 
Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood 
              Am 
Still pumping blood 
          C/G                  E                  F/C 
Well I'll bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud 
            Am 
Mississippi mud 
       C/G             E                 F/C 
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breath 
             Am 
Won't let me breath 
          C/G                           E 
Then I'll wait for the cicadas and I`ll let them push it out for me