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D A7 I was born - - in Macon, Georgia D They kept my dad - - in the Macon jail D7 G Dad said 'Son, if you keep your hands clean D A7 D You won't hear them bloodhounds on your trail' D A7 But I fell in - - with bad companions D We robbed a man - - in Tennessee D7 G The sheriff caught me - - way up in Nashville D A7 D They locked me up and threw away the key Chorus: D A7 I washed my hands - - in muddy water D I washed my hands - - but they didn't come clean D7 G I tried to do - - like Daddy told me D A7 D 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
Written by Joe Babcock
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