Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam Lyrics - Carrying On - Montgomery Gentry

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 drink 

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 ma'am" to your momma 

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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' 

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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 me a drink to Fletcher and Sam