Really rough version, Just the first verse and chorus. 
Hoping someone can use this as a template to make a more accurate one! 
Brilliant song by a brilliant band, enjoy! Any feedback welcome, thanks.  



     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