Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

Every evening about sundown
Old Black Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Come ridin' their and leading their hounds
to my place

They holler, "Hey, son, you got a drink
Gonna it hard on you if in you ain't
I'd and point 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 days when were younger
Than

Talk the women 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 hell but say
"Yes, ma'am" to your

They away all the money they made
Knowing they were never gonna change their
out every single day
Like wasn't comin'

Well, old Black Jack Fletcher was an man
And Mississippi Sam didn't a damn
They'd steal a lady a man
While he was

Well, there no doubt they were both outlaws
Turnin' yellow corn alcohol
But never hurt no one
Who need a hurtin'

Black Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
Always in and out of a jam
Makin' up their own law of the
a runnin'

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

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