(I Washed My Hands In) Muddy Water

I was home
In Macon, Georgia
They kept my daddy
In the Macon jail
They said, son
If you keep your hands clean, aha
You won't here those bloodhounds on your trail

I fell in
With bad companions
I robbed the mail
Up in Tennessee
And I got caught
Way up in Nashville, aha, now
Well, they locked me up and they
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 may daddy told me now
I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream

I asked the jailer
I said, when's my time up
He said, son
You know we won't forget
And if you try
Just to keep your hands clean, aha
Why we may just make a good man of you yet

But I couldn't wait
To get my time in
I broke out, woah
Of the Nashville jail
I just crossed
Atlanta, Georgia, oh 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 may daddy told me now
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream

I washed my hands
In muddy water
I washed my hands
But they didn't come clean
I tried to do
Like may daddy told me now
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream

Oh, Lord, I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
I guess I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream