Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

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

They holler, "Hey, son, have you got a
Gonna make it hard on you if in you
I'd grin and to a jug
in the spring

They turn the hounds and let 'em run
a little whiskey and have a lot of fun
Talk about the when they were younger
Than

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 Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
together in Vietnam
Mean as but they say
"Yes, ma'am" to your

They gambled away all the they made
Knowing they never gonna change their ways
Living out every day
another wasn't comin'

Well, old Black Jack was an ornery man
And Mississippi Sam didn't a damn
They'd a lady from a man
he was lookin'

Well, ain't no doubt they were both outlaws
Turnin' corn into alcohol
But never hurt no one
Who didn't a hurtin'

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

They knew was just a luck of the draw
So they played a with the local law
and sayin'
"A catchin' comes a hangin'"

Now I wouldn't take nothin' for days
And every now and then I visit their
And as the moon in the haze
I have me a to Fletcher and Sam