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 © PARTNER MUSIC; VOGUE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com