(Ronny Scaife/Don Scaife/Phil Thomas)



Every Friday evening about sundown

Ole' 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 drank

Gonna make it hard on you if 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 women young and old

It was hard to believe all the stories told

Wonder how they 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 mam" to your momma



They gambled away all the money they made

Knowing they was never gonna change their ways

Living out every single day like another wasn't comin'



Well Ole' Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man

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 was 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

Every now and then I visit their graves

And as the moon hangs in the haze

I have a drink to Fletcher and Sam



Every Friday evening about sundown

Ole' 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 drank

Gonna make it hard on you if 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 women young and old

It was hard to believe all the stories told

Wonder how they 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 mam" to your momma

They gambled away all the money they made

Knowing they was never gonna change their ways

Living out every single day like another wasn't comin'



Well Ole' Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man

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 was 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

Every now and then I visit their graves

And as the moon hangs in the haze

I have a drink to Fletcher and Sam