Washed My Hands In Muddy

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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

Chorus:
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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


I asked the jailor - - "When's my time up?"
He said "Son - - we won't forget
And if you try - - to keep your hands clean
We may make a good man of you yet"
I couldn't wait - - to do my sentence
I broke out of the Nashville jail
I just crossed - - the line of Georgia
And I can hear them bloodhounds on my trail

Repeat chorus

(Tag)
Yes I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream