I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water

I was born in Macon, Georgia They kept my dad in the Macon jail Dad said 'Son, if you keep your hands clean - You won't hear them bloodhounds on your trail But I fell in with bad companions We robbed a man in Tennessee The sheriff caught me Way up in Nashville They locked me up and threw away the key I washed my hands in muddy water Washed my hands but they didn't come clean Tried to do like daddy like told me 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 Broke out of the Nashville jail I just crossed the line of Georgia and I can hear them bloodhounds on my trail I washed my hands...