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