From the excellent album "Sno' Angel Like You"

I play these as barre chords (except A and E7)
TO get the feel of the song you need to play around with little fills, slides, pull offs 
such like but this is the basic structure


Intro

D- (xx0232@1)G- (320003@1)D- (xx0232@1)GD (320003@1)- C#m - Bm - A - G - F#m - E7
Em (7Fret) - D (5Fret)
Em - D
Am - G
Bm - A

Verse

D (xx0232@1)                       G (320003@1)  things could have been better
D (xx0232@1)                                           G (320003@1)  they sure could not have gotten much worse
D (xx0232@1)C#m (x13321@4)                    Bm (x24432@1)              A*
       when there are tears out in the alley
                   Gand (320003@1)laughter waiting
Fm (133111@1)                   E7out (020130@1)front in the hearse
Em (022000@1)                         D (xx0232@1)   and there's remark about contender
Em (022000@1)                         D (xx0232@1)   repulsa aint too hard too find
Am (x02210@1)                     G (320003@1)   conclusion based on surrender
Bm (x24432@1)                                          A (x02220@1)   and the general dismissal of the merit of mankind
D (xx0232@1)            G (320003@1)   the snakes and the sawtooths
D (xx0232@1)                     G (320003@1)   they lay loving the buck
D (xx0232@1)                    C#m (x13321@4)   spending all their time
Bm (x24432@1)                A (x02220@1)   setting up camp and
G (320003@1)        F#m (244222@1)   E7 (020130@1)   running amuck

[chorus]

Em (022000@1)                          D (xx0232@1) liiiiiiight is not the neon filler
Em (022000@1)                                    D (xx0232@1)   not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark
Am (x02210@1)                 G (320003@1) light is the moses
                Bm (x24432@1) splitting the waves
                A (x02220@1)   G (320003@1) Fm (133111@1) E7 (020130@1)   in asea (x02210@1)so dark


[[[[[[[Repeat the same structure for the last two verses!]]]]]]]

There's a town in the high desert
where doctor gene scott says the demons run
alongside a chunk of heaven hovering there
where the wind in the image of the throne rides shotgun
riddles of the wonderment, wonders of the firmament
and me laid up, laid off and laying low

[chorus]

things could have been better
they sure could not have gotten any worse
tears out in the alleyway
and laughter waiting out front in the hearse

[chorus]