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I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water

I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water
(Joe Babcock)

[C] I was born in [G] Macon, Georgia
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My daddy said, [C7] ""Son, keep your [F] hands clean
And [C] you won't hear those [G] blood hounds on your [C] trail.""


[C] I washed my hands in [G] muddy water
    I washed my hands, but I didn't get [C] clean
    I tried to [C7] do like my daddy [F] told me
    But, I [C] must have washed my [G] hands in a muddy [C] stream.


Well, I fell in with bad companions
    We robbed a man in Tennessee
    The sheriff caught me up in Nashville
    They locked me up and threw away the key.


I asked the jailer, ""When's my time up?""
    He said, ""Now, son, we won't forget
    And if you try and keep your hands clean
    Then we may make a good man of you yet.""


I couldn't watt and do my sentence
    I broke out of the Nashville jail
    Now I just crossed the line of Georgia
    And I can hear those blood hounds on my trail.

Copyright Joe Babcock
Recorded by Stonewall Jackson
GG
OCT98

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