Montgomery Gentry

Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

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Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

	  		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: 
 
 
D 
 
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: 
 
D     
 
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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