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Every Friday evening about sundown
Old Blackjack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Come riding 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'n you ain't"
I grin and point to a jug cooling 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, Blackjack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Fought together in Vietnam
Mean as hell but they say, "Yes ma'am" to your mama
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 coming
Well, old Blackjack Fletcher was an ornery man
And Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn
They'd steal a lady from a man while he was a-looking
Well, there ain't no doubt they were both outlaws
Turning yellow corn into alcohol
But they never hurt no one who didn't need a-hurtin'
Blackjack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Always getting in and out of a jam
Making up their own law of the land while a-running
They knew life was just luck of the draw
So they played a game with the local law
Laughing and saying, "A-catching comes before a-handing"
Now I wouldn't take nothing 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