Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Fletcher And Mississippi Sam

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

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

They the hounds loose and let 'em run
Drink a little whiskey and a lot of fun
Talk about the days when they were
Than

Talk about the women and old
It was hard to believe all the 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 momma

They gambled away all the they made
Knowing they never gonna change their ways
Living out single day
Like another comin'

Well, old Black Jack Fletcher was an man
And Mississippi Sam give a damn
steal a lady from a man
While he was

Well, there ain't no doubt they were both
yellow corn into alcohol
But they hurt no one
Who need a hurtin'

Black Jack and Mississippi Sam
Always in and out of a jam
up their own law of the land
While a

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

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