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Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam 


Montgomery Gentry



Written By: Ronny Scaife / Don Scaife/ Phil Thomas
[Intro]
D

[Verse 1]
     D
Every Friday evening about sundown

Ole' Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
    G                    A
Come ridin' their mules and leading their hounds
       D
Down to my place
            D
They holler "Hey son" have you got a drank

Gonna make it hard on you if you ain't 
   G                 A                D
I'd grin and point to a jug coolin' in the spring
    D       
They turn the hounds loose and let'em run

Drink a little whiskey and have a lot of fun
G                     A                     D
Talk about the days when they were younger than nowadays 
D
Talk about women young and old

It was hard to believe all the stories told
G                   A               D         
Wonder how they got to be as old as they are now

[Chorus]
   G 
Well Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam

Fought together in Vietnam
D                                         A
Mean as hell but they say, "Yes mam" to your momma 
    G
They gambled away all the money they made

Knowing they was never gonna change their ways
D                    A                     D
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
G                       A              D
They'd steal a lady from a man while he was lookin'
D
Well there ain't no doubt they was both outlaws

Turnin' yellow corn into alcohol
G                   A                   D
But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin' 

[Chorus]
G
Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam

Always getting in and out of a jam
D                                         A
Makin' up their own law of the land, while a runnin'
G
They knew life was just a luck of the draw

So they played a game with the local law
D                   A                    D
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
G                         A
And as the moon hangs in the haze
N/C                                   D                                 
I have a drink to Fletcher and Sam  

            
            
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