I was born in Macon, Georgia They kept my Daddy in the Macon jail He said, "Son, if you keep your hands clean, uh huh You won't hear those bloodhounds on your trail"
I fell in with bad companions I robbed a man up in Tennessee And I got caught way up in Nashville, uh huh now And they locked me up and threw away the key
I washed my hands in muddy water I washed my hands, but they didn't come clean I tried to do like my daddy told me, now I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
I asked the jailer, said "When's my time up?" He said "Son, you know we won't forget And if you try and just keep your hands clean, uh huh Why we may just make a good man of you yet"
But I didn't wait to get my time in I broke down, broke out the Nashville jail I just crossed Atlanta, Georgia, oh now And I can hear those bloodhounds on my trail
I washed my hands in muddy water I washed my hands, but they didn't come clean I tried to do like my daddy told me, now I must have washed my hands in a muddy streamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
