Intro:  D5 
  
 
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: 
   G5  
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  
    G5 
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: 
G5 
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