Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam Montgomery Gentry
Written By: Ronny Scaife / Don Scaife/ Phil Thomas
Every[D] Friday evening about sundown
Ole' Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Come[G] ridin' their mules a[A]nd leading their hounds
Down to[D] my place
They holler [D]"Hey son" have you got a drank
Gonna make it hard on you if you ain't
I'd[G] grin and point to[A] a jug coolin' in[D] the spring
They[D] turn the hounds loose and let'em run
Drink a little whiskey and have a lot of fun
[G]Talk about the days wh[A]en they were younger t[D]han nowadays
[D]Talk about women young and old
It was hard to believe all the stories told
[G]Wonder how they got [A]to be as old as [D]they are now
Wel[G]l Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Fought together in Vietnam
[D]Mean as hell but they say, "Yes mam" to yo[A]ur momma
They[G] gambled away all the money they made
Knowing they was never gonna change their ways
[D]Living out every sing[A]le day like another wa[D]sn't comin'
[D]Well Ole' Black Jack Fletcher was an onry man
Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn
[G]They'd steal a lady from[A] a man while he[D] was lookin'
[D]Well there ain't no doubt they was both outlaws
Turnin' yellow corn into alcohol
[G]But they never hurt [A]no one who didn't ne[D]ed a hurtin'
[G]Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Always getting in and out of a jam
[D]Makin' up their own law of the land, while[A] a runnin'
[G]They knew life was just a luck of the draw
So they played a game with the local law
[D]Laughin' and sayin' [A]a catchin' comes befo[D]re a hangin'
[D]Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those days
Every now and then I visit their graves
[G]And as the moon hangs in t[A]he haze
I have a drink to Fletcher and Sam