i was born in macon georgia they kept my dad in the macon jail dad said son if you keep your hands clean you won t hear them bloodhounds on your trail but i fell in with bad companions we robbed a man in tennessee the sheriff caught me way up in nashville they locked me up and threw away the key i washed my hands in muddy water washed my hands but they didn t come clean tried to do like daddy like told me but i must have washed my hands in a muddy stream asked the jailor when s my time up he said son we won t forget and if you try to keep your hands clean we may make a good man of you yet i couldn t wait to do my sentence broke out of the nashville jail i just crossed the line of georgia and i can hear them bloodhounds on my trail i washed my hands in muddy water i washed my hands but they didn t come clean tried to do like daddy like told me but i must have washed my hands in a muddy stream1