Muddy water       (Listen to midi)

 

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1.      I was home in Macon, Georgia,

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    they kept my Daddy          in the Macon jail.

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    He said, "Son, if you keep your hands clean, uh huh,

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    you won't hear those bloodhounds on your trail".

 

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2. I fell in with bad companions,

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    I robbed a mail        up in Tennessee,

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    and I got caught way up in Nashville, uh huh now,

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    well, they locked me up and threw away the key.

 

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I washed my hands in muddy water.

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I washed my hands,        but they didn't come clean.

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I tried to do like my daddy told me, now,

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I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream.

 

(original moves up half a note here)

 

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3. I asked the jailer, I said, "When's my time up?"

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    He said, "Son,         you know, we won't forget it.

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    And if you try and just keep your hands clean, uh huh,

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    why, we may just make a good man of you yet."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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4. But I didn't wait to get my time in,

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    I broke down,       broke out the Nashville jail.

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    I just crossed Atlanta, Georgia, oh now,

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    and I can hear those bloodhounds on my trail.

 

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I washed my hands in muddy water.

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I washed my hands,        but they didn't come clean.

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I tried to do like my daddy told me, now,

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I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream.

 

(original moves half a note up again)     + repeat CHORUS

 

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    + Oh Lord, I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream.

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    I guess, I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream.

 

(orig. = capo 1st)    (Johnny Rivers)