Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

Every Friday about sundown
Old Black Jack and Mississippi Sam
Come ridin' their mules and leading their
Down to my

holler, "Hey, son, have you got a drink
Gonna it hard on you if in you ain't
I'd and point to a jug
Coolin' in the

They turn the loose and let 'em run
a little whiskey and have a lot of fun
Talk about the days when they younger
nowadays

Talk about the young and old
It was to believe all the stories told
And I wondered how got to be as old
As are now

Well, Black Jack and Mississippi Sam
Fought together in
as hell but they say
"Yes, ma'am" to momma

They gambled away all the money they
Knowing they were never gonna change their
out every single day
Like another comin'

Well, old Black Fletcher was an ornery man
And Sam didn't give a damn
steal a lady from a man
While he was

Well, there ain't no doubt they were both
Turnin' yellow corn alcohol
But never hurt no one
Who didn't need a

Black Jack Fletcher and Sam
getting in and out of a jam
Makin' up their own law of the
While a

They knew life was a luck of the draw
So they played a with the local law
Laughin' and
"A catchin' before a hangin'"

Now I take nothin' for those days
And now and then I visit their graves
And as the moon in the haze
I me a drink to Fletcher and Sam