Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

Every Friday evening sundown
Old Black Jack and Mississippi Sam
Come ridin' mules and leading their hounds
to my place

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

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

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

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

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

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 into
But they never no one
Who need a hurtin'

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

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

Now I wouldn't take for those days
And every now and then I their graves
And as the moon hangs in the
I me a drink to Fletcher and Sam