I was born in Macon, Georgia
They kept my dad in the Macon jail
Dad said Son better keep you hands clean
If you dont want them blood hounds on your trail
I washed my hands in muddy water
Washed my hands but they wouldnt come clean
Tried to do like my daddy told me
But I must've washed my hands in a muddy stream
I fell in with bad companions
We robbed a bank in Tennessee
They caught me up way up in Nashville
Locked me up and they threw away the key
I couldnt wait to do my sentence
I broke out of that Nashville jail
I just crossed the line to Georgia
I can hear those blood hounds on my trail