Every Friday evening about sundown   Old 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 drink   Gonna make it hard on you if in 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 the women young and old   It was hard to believe all the stories told   And I wondered how they got 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, ma'am" to your momma      They gambled away all the money they made   Knowing they were never gonna change their ways   Living out every single day   Like another wasn't comin'      Well, old Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man   And 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 were 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   And every now and then I visit their graves   And as the moon hangs in the haze   I have me a drink to Fletcher and Sam