black jack fletcher and mississippi sam lyrics

Every Friday evening about sundown
Old 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 in 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 the women young and old
It was hard to believe all the stories told
And I wondered how they got 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

They gambled away all the money they made
Knowing they were never gonna change their ways
Living out every single day
Like another wasn't comin'

Well, old Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man
And 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 were 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
And 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