Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam
作曲 : Scaife, Scaife, Thomas
Every Friday evening about sundown
Old Black
Jack Fletcher and
Mississippi
SamCome ridin' their mules and leading their hounds
Down to my place
They holler, "Hey, son, have you got a drinkGonna make it hard on you if in you ain'tI'd grin and point to a jugCoolin' in the springThey turn the hounds loose and let 'em runDrink a little whiskey and have a lot of funTalk about the days when they were youngerThan nowadaysTalk about the women young and oldIt was hard to believe all the stories toldAnd I wondered how they got to be as oldAs they are nowWell, Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi SamFought together in VietnamMean as hell but they say"
Yes, ma'am" to your mommaThey gambled away all the money they madeKnowing they were never gonna change their waysLiving out every single dayLike another wasn't comin'Well, old Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery manAnd Mississippi Sam didn't give a damnThey'd steal a lady from a manWhile he was lookin'Well, there ain't no doubt they were both outlawsTurnin' yellow corn into alcoholBut they never hurt no oneWho didn't need a hurtin'Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi SamAlways getting in and out of a jamMakin' up their own law of the landWhile a runnin'They knew life was just a luck of the drawSo they played a game with the local lawLaughin' and sayin'"
A catchin' comes before a hangin'"Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those daysAnd every now and then I visit their gravesAnd as the moon hangs in the hazeI have me a drink to Fletcher and Sam
Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi SamLRC歌词
作曲 : Scaife, Scaife, Thomas
Every Friday evening about sundown
Old Black
Jack Fletcher and
Mississippi
SamCome ridin' their mules and leading their hounds
Down to my place
They holler, "Hey, son, have you got a drinkGonna make it hard on you if in you ain'tI'd grin and point to a jugCoolin' in the springThey turn the hounds loose and let 'em runDrink a little whiskey and have a lot of funTalk about the days when they were youngerThan nowadaysTalk about the women young and oldIt was hard to believe all the stories toldAnd I wondered how they got to be as oldAs they are nowWell, Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi SamFought together in VietnamMean as hell but they say"
Yes, ma'am" to your mommaThey gambled away all the money they madeKnowing they were never gonna change their waysLiving out every single dayLike another wasn't comin'Well, old Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery manAnd Mississippi Sam didn't give a damnThey'd steal a lady from a manWhile he was lookin'Well, there ain't no doubt they were both outlawsTurnin' yellow corn into alcoholBut they never hurt no oneWho didn't need a hurtin'Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi SamAlways getting in and out of a jamMakin' up their own law of the landWhile a runnin'They knew life was just a luck of the drawSo they played a game with the local lawLaughin' and sayin'"
A catchin' comes before a hangin'"Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those daysAnd every now and then I visit their gravesAnd as the moon hangs in the hazeI have me a drink to Fletcher and Sam
