Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

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Verse 1:
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Every Friday evening about sundown



Ole' Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam

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Come ridin' their mules and leading their hounds

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Down to my place

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They holler "Hey son" have you got a drank



Gonna make it hard on you if you ain't

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I'd grin and point to a jug coolin' in the spring

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They turn the hounds loose and let'em run



Drink a little whiskey and have a lot of fun

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Talk about the days when they were younger than nowadays


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Talk about women young and old



It was hard to believe all the stories told

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Wonder how they got to be as old as they are now




Chorus:


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Well Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam



Fought together in Vietnam

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Mean as hell but they say, "Yes mam" to your momma


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They gambled away all the money they made



Knowing they was never gonna change their ways

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Living out every single day like another wasn't comin'



Verse 2:


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Well Ole' Black Jack Fletcher was an onry man



Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn

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They'd steal a lady from a man while he was lookin'

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Well there ain't no doubt they was both outlaws



Turnin' yellow corn into alcohol

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But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin'



Chorus:



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Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam



Always getting in and out of a jam

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Makin' up their own law of the land, while a runnin'

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They knew life was just a luck of the draw



So they played a game with the local law

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Laughin' and sayin' a catchin' comes before a hangin'



Verse 3:

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Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those days



Every now and then I visit their graves

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And as the moon hangs in the haze

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I have a drink to Fletcher and Sam


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