Written by Joe Babcock
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Recorded by Hank Snow
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I was born in Macon Georgia 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 we robbed a man in Tennessee
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The sheriff caught me way up in Nashville they locked me up and threw away the key
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I washed my hands in muddy water I washed my hands but they didn't come clean
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I tried to do what daddy told me but I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
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I asked the jailor I said when's my time up he said son we won't forget
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And if you try to keep your hands clean we may make a good man of you yet
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I couldn't wait to get my timming I broke out of that Nashville jail
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I just crossed the line of Georgia and I can hear the bloodhounds on my trail
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I washed my hands...
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I Washed My Hands In Muddy Water
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| Hank Snow |
