I Wash My Hands In Muddy Water

I was born in Macon, Georgia They kept my dad in the Macon jail Dad said son if you keep your hands clean You won't hear them bloodhounds on your trail But I fell in with bad companions We robbed a man in Tennessee The sheriff caught me way up in Nashville They locked me up and threw away the key I asked the jailor when's my time up He said son we won't forget And if you try to keep your hands clean We may make a good man of you yet I couldn't wait to do my sentence I broke out of the Nashville jail I just crossed the line of Georgia