I was born in Macon, Georgia
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They kept my dad in the Macon jail
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Dad said son if you keep your hands clean
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You won't hear them bloodhounds on your trail
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But I fell in with bad companions
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We robbed a man in Tennessee
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The sheriff caught me way up in Nashville
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They locked me up and threw away the key
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I asked the jailor when's my time up
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He said son we won't forget
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And if you try to keep your hands clean
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We may make a good man of you yet
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I couldn't wait to do my sentence
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I broke out of the Nashville jail
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I just crossed the line of Georgia
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And I can hear them bloodhounds on my trail
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I washed my hands in muddy water
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I washed my hands but they didn't come clean
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I tried to do like Daddy told me
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But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
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Yes I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
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I Wash My Hands In Muddy Water
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| Marty Robbins |
