Every Friday evening about sundown 
Ole' Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam 
Come ridin' their mules and leading their hounds 
Down to my place 
They holler "Hey son" have you got a drank 
Gonna make it hard on you if you ain't 

I'd grin and point to a jug coolin' in the spring 
They turn the hounds loose and let'em run 
Drink a little whiskey and have a lot of fun 
Talk about the days when they were younger than nowadays 

Talk about women young and old 
It was hard to believe all the stories told 
Wonder how they to be as old as they are now 
Well Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam 
Fought together in Vietnam 
Mean as hell but they say, "Yes mam" to your momma 

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

Well Ole' Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man 
Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn 
They'd steal a lady from a man while he was lookin' 
Well there ain't no doubt they was both outlaws 
Turnin' yellow corn into alcohol 
But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin' 

Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam 
Always getting in and out of a jam 
Makin' up their own law of the land, while a runnin' 
They knew life was just a luck of the draw 
So they played a game with the local law 
Laughin' and sayin' a catchin' comes before a hangin' 

Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those days 
Every now and then I visit their graves 
And as the moon hangs in the haze 
I have a drink to Fletcher and Sam 

Every Friday evening about sundown 
Ole' Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam 
Come ridin' their mules and leading their hounds 
Down to my place 
They holler "Hey son" have you got a drank 
Gonna make it hard on you if you ain't 

I'd grin and point to a jug coolin' in the spring 
They turn the hounds loose and let'em run 
Drink a little whiskey and have a lot of fun 
Talk about the days when they were younger than nowadays 

Talk about women young and old 
It was hard to believe all the stories told 
Wonder how they to be as old as they are now 

Well Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam 
Fought together in Vietnam 
Mean as hell but they say, "Yes mam" to your momma 
They gambled away all the money they made 
Knowing they was never gonna change their ways 
Living out every single day like another wasn't comin' 

Well Ole' Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man 
Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn 
They'd steal a lady from a man while he was lookin' 
Well there ain't no doubt they was both outlaws 
Turnin' yellow corn into alcohol 
But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin' 

Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam 
Always getting in and out of a jam 
Makin' up their own law of the land, while a runnin' 
They knew life was just a luck of the draw 
So they played a game with the local law 
Laughin' and sayin' a catchin' comes before a hangin' 

Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those days 
Every now and then I visit their graves 
And as the moon hangs in the haze 
I have a drink to Fletcher and Sam