Montgomery Gentry - Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam

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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 
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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
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They'd steal a lady from a man while he was lookin'
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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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