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MonteNero - Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam lyrics
(Ronny Scaife/Don Scaife/Phil Thomas)
 Every Friday evening about sundown
 Ole' Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
 Come ridin' their mules and leading their hounds
 Down to my place
 They holler "Hey son" have you got a drank
 Gonna make it hard on you if you ain't 
 I'd grin and point to a jug coolin' in the spring
 They turn the hounds loose and let'em run
 Drink a little whiskey and have a lot of fun
 Talk about the days when they were younger than nowadays 
 Talk about women young and old
 It was hard to believe all the stories told
 Wonder how they to be as old as they are now
 Well Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
 Fought together in Vietnam
 Mean as hell but they say, "Yes mam" to your momma 
 They gambled away all the money they made
 Knowing they was never gonna change their ways
 Living out every single day like another wasn't comin' 
 Well Ole' Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man
 Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn
 They'd steal a lady from a man while he was lookin'
 Well there ain't no doubt they was both outlaws
 Turnin' yellow corn into alcohol
 But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin' 
 Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
 Always getting in and out of a jam
 Makin' up their own law of the land, while a runnin'
 They knew life was just a luck of the draw
 So they played a game with the local law
 Laughin' and sayin' a catchin' comes before a hangin' 
 Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those days
 Every now and then I visit their graves
 And as the moon hangs in the haze
 I have a drink to Fletcher and Sam MonteNero - Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam - http://motolyrics.com/montenero/black-jack-fletcher-and-mississippi-sam-lyrics.html
 Every Friday evening about sundown
 Ole' Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
 Come ridin' their mules and leading their hounds
 Down to my place
 They holler "Hey son" have you got a drank
 Gonna make it hard on you if you ain't 
 I'd grin and point to a jug coolin' in the spring
 They turn the hounds loose and let'em run
 Drink a little whiskey and have a lot of fun
 Talk about the days when they were younger than nowadays 
 Talk about women young and old
 It was hard to believe all the stories told
 Wonder how they to be as old as they are now 
 Well Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
 Fought together in Vietnam
 Mean as hell but they say, "Yes mam" to your momma
 They gambled away all the money they made
 Knowing they was never gonna change their ways
 Living out every single day like another wasn't comin' 
 Well Ole' Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man
 Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn
 They'd steal a lady from a man while he was lookin'
 Well there ain't no doubt they was both outlaws
 Turnin' yellow corn into alcohol
 But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin' 
 Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
 Always getting in and out of a jam
 Makin' up their own law of the land, while a runnin'
 They knew life was just a luck of the draw
 So they played a game with the local law
 Laughin' and sayin' a catchin' comes before a hangin' 
 Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those days
 Every now and then I visit their graves
 And as the moon hangs in the haze
 I have a drink to Fletcher and Sam













