G D7
I was born in Macon Georgia
G
They kept my dad in the Macon jail
G7 C
Dad said Son if you keep your hands clean
G D7 G
You won't hear them bloodhounds on your trail
D7
But I fell in with bad companions
G
We robbed a man in Tennessee
G7 C
The sheriff caught me way up in Nashville
G D7 G
They locked me up and threw away the key
D7
I washed my hands in muddy water
G
I washed my hands but they didn't come clean
G7 C
I tried to do like Daddy told me
G D7 G
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
D7
I asked the jailor When's my time up
G
He said son we won't forget
G7 C
And if you try to keep your hands clean
G D7 G
We may make a good man of you yet
D7
I couldn't wait to do my sentence
G
I broke out of the Nashville jail
G7 C
I just crossed the line of Georgia
G D7 G
And I can hear them bloodhounds on my trail
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