Well, Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
As they are now
So they played a game with the local law
They turn the hounds loose and let 'em run
While he was lookin'
Mean as hell but they say
Than nowadays
It was hard to believe all the stories told
"A catchin' comes before a hangin'"
And every now and then I visit their graves
Come ridin' their mules and leading their hounds
Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam
While a runnin'
Living out every single day
Like another wasn't comin'
Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those days
Who didn't need a hurtin'
Makin' up their own law of the land
Laughin' and sayin'
Coolin' in the spring
Turnin' yellow corn into alcohol
Fought together in Vietnam
Talk about the days when they were younger
But they never hurt no one
Talk about the women young and old
Drink a little whiskey and have a lot of fun
Well, old Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man
And as the moon hangs in the haze
Knowing they were never gonna change their ways
Gonna make it hard on you if in you ain't
Always getting in and out of a jam
They gambled away all the money they made
Well, there ain't no doubt they were both outlaws
"Yes, ma'am" to your momma
And I wondered how they got to be as old
They holler, "Hey, son, have you got a drink
They'd steal a lady from a man
And Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn
Down to my place
I'd grin and point to a jug
They knew life was just a luck of the draw
