Well I trace shapes in clouds and I saw things I've never seen We move like renegades down interstates reload their magazine Almost killed us in that city it was far too close to call So we put money in the bags rip wanted posters off the wall Say I`m wanted for a murder of a man I've never seen They say I shot him dead, one to his head, somewhere in Holly Springs May have killed a man before not the one that they exclaim They`ll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood Still pumping blood Well I'll bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud Mississippi mud Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breath Won't let me breath Then I'll wait for the cicadas and I`ll let them push it out for me