Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam 
Montgomery Gentry
Written By: Ronny Scaife / Don Scaife/ Phil Thomas

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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