Well I was born in Macon Georgia they kept my dad in the Macon jail
Now my daddy said son if you keep your hands clean
You won`t hear those bloodhounds on your trail
But I fell in with bad companions we robbed a bank in Tennessee
The sheriff caught me way up in Nashville they locked me up and threw away the key
Well I washed my hands in muddy water
I washed my hands but they didn`t come clean
I tried to do what daddy told me
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
I asked the jailor now when`s my time up he said son we won`t forget
And if you try hard to keep your hands clean
Well we may make a good man of you yet
I couldn`t wait to do my sentence I broke out of that Nashville jail
Now I just crossed the line of Georgia and I can hear those bloodhounds on my trail
I washed my hands...