Muddy Water
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 stream
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