I was born in Macon, Georgia They kept my dad in the Macon jail Dad said Son, if you keep your hands clean You wont 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 didnt 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 Whens my time up? He said Son, we wont forget And if you try to keep your hands clean We may make a good man of you yet I couldnt 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...
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