Well I was born in Macon Georgia they kept my dad in the Macon jail
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Now my daddy said son if you keep your hands clean
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You won't hear those bloodhounds on your trail
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But I fell in with bad companions we robbed a bank 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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Well 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 what daddy told me
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But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
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I asked the jailor now when's my time up he said son we won't forget
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And if you try hard to keep your hands clean
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Well we may make a good man of you yet
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I couldn't wait to do my sentence I broke out of that Nashville jail
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Now I just crossed the line of Georgia and I can hear those 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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| Warner Mack |
