C Dm C Dm 

     C                 
Well I traced shapes in clouds and I saw things I'd never seen
              Dm
We moved like renegades down interstates, reload that magazine
       C
Almost killed us in that city, it was far too close to call
          Dm
So we put money in the bags, ripped wanted posters off the wall

        C
Say I'm wanted for the 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, but not the one that they exclaim
                Dm               G
They'll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang

   C              E7                    F                    Am
Oh if my southern heart's still pumping blood (still pumping blood)
          C                    E7                 F                Am
Well I'll bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud (Mississippi mud)
       C              E7                 F                     Am
Oh and if my southern lungs won't let me breathe (won't let me breathe)
          C                             E7
Well I'll wait for the cicadas and I'll let 'em push it out for me

     C      
Well death is always close, there's always vultures on my trail
        Dm
And the inside of this hotel's better than a prison cell
          C
Well that southern whiskey's stinging, singing words upon my breath
      Dm
I was worried 'bout forgetting, so I tattooed it on my chest

      C
I'm a southern man forever, like the wind inside the pines 
       Dm
And my grandma used to sing it, oh to my brother and I
      C
How I wish I could get back those precious thoughts and newer skin
       Dm                                 G
And we scurried out the window, 'fore the cops they busted in


Chorus

Solo (Tabbed at bottom)
      
        C
We were messengers for millions

We're a midnight masquerade
       Dm
We can walk away from all this as the town goes up in flames
   C
As civilians in a war, we can die right where we live
             Dm
Well you can walk away from all this, go back home to see your kids

           C
I've got a knife inside my boot

Yes my brother's got one too
     Dm
Yeah bring 'em on, let's have a ball

Not nothing to lose
         C
I've got hearts that bend and wings that shake, no one there could see
        Dm                           G
No one there was going faster, no it doesn't bother me


Chorus


Here's the solo I don't think it's exactly what Sam is doing, but it's pretty good.
I'm not sure what he does at the end so I just play a double stop somewhere.

Solo:

E|------------------------10-10-----------------------------------------10-----------------10---------|
B|--/12---12--10-----10----------12-12-12-10-12-12/15---12-10-12--10-12----12-10-12--10-12----12-10---|
G|---------------11---------------------------------------------------------------------------------11|
D|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

E|-------10----------------------------------------------------|
B|-10-12----12-10------10h12-10h12--12-12-12-10-10h12--10-10h12|
G|----------------11-------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------------------|