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