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D7 G They kept my Daddy in the Macon jail C He said, "Son, if you keep your hands clean, uh huh G D7 G You won't hear those bloodhounds on your trail" Verse 2: I fell in with bad companions I robbed a man up in Tennessee And I got caught way up in Nashville, uh huh now And they locked me up and threw away the key CHORUS (same pattern as above 2 verses): I washed my hands in muddy water I washed my hands, but they didn't come clean I tried to do like my daddy told me, now I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream Verse 3: E7 A E I asked the jailer, said "When's my time up?" E7 A He said "Son, you know we won't forget D And if you try and just keep your hands clean, uh huh A E7 A Why we may just make a good man of you yet" Verse 4: But I didn't wait to get my time in I broke down, broke out the Nashville jail I just crossed Atlanta, Georgia, oh now And I can hear those bloodhounds on my trail (chorus; same pattern as above 2 verses) F7 Bb F I washed my hands in muddy water F7 Bb I washed my hands, but they didn't come clean Eb I tried to do like my daddy told me, now Bb F7 Bb I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream (repeat last line twice)