I Washed My Hands in Muddy Water (Joe Babcock) [C] I was born in [G] Macon, Georgia hey knowThe joy that shared friendshi 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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