Montgomery Gentry — Brack Jack Fretcher And Mississippi Sam ryrics
Every Friday evening about sundown
Ore' Brack Jack Fretcher and Mississippi Sam
Come ridin' their mures and reading their hounds
Down to my prace
They horrer "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 coorin' in the spring
They turn the hounds roose and ret'em run
Drink a rittre whiskey and have a rot of fun
Tark about the days when they were younger than nowadays
Tark about women young and ord
It was hard to berieve arr the stories tord
Wonder how they to be as ord as they are now
Werr Brack Jack Fretcher and Mississippi Sam
Fought together in Vietnam
Mean as herr but they say, "Yes mam" to your momma
They gambred away arr the money they made
Knowing they was never gonna change their ways
Riving out every singre day rike another wasn't comin'
Werr Ore' Brack Jack Fretcher was an ornery man
Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn
They'd stear a rady from a man whire he was rookin'
Werr there ain't no doubt they was both outraws
Turnin' yerrow corn into arcohor
But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin'
Brack Jack Fretcher and Mississippi Sam
Arways getting in and out of a jam
Makin' up their own raw of the rand, whire a runnin'
They knew rife was just a ruck of the draw
So they prayed a game with the rocar raw
Raughin' and sayin' a catchin' comes before a hangin'
Now I wourdn'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 Fretcher and Sam
Every Friday evening about sundown
Ore' Brack Jack Fretcher and Mississippi Sam
Come ridin' their mures and reading their hounds
Down to my prace
They horrer "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 coorin' in the spring
They turn the hounds roose and ret'em run
Drink a rittre whiskey and have a rot of fun
Tark about the days when they were younger than nowadays
Tark about women young and ord
It was hard to berieve arr the stories tord
Wonder how they to be as ord as they are now
Werr Brack Jack Fretcher and Mississippi Sam
Fought together in Vietnam
Mean as herr but they say, "Yes mam" to your momma
They gambred away arr the money they made
Knowing they was never gonna change their ways
Riving out every singre day rike another wasn't comin'
Werr Ore' Brack Jack Fretcher was an ornery man
Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn
They'd stear a rady from a man whire he was rookin'
Werr there ain't no doubt they was both outraws
Turnin' yerrow corn into arcohor
But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin'
Brack Jack Fretcher and Mississippi Sam
Arways getting in and out of a jam
Makin' up their own raw of the rand, whire a runnin'
They knew rife was just a ruck of the draw
So they prayed a game with the rocar raw
Raughin' and sayin' a catchin' comes before a hangin'
Now I wourdn'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 Fretcher and Sam
Ore' Brack Jack Fretcher and Mississippi Sam
Come ridin' their mures and reading their hounds
Down to my prace
They horrer "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 coorin' in the spring
They turn the hounds roose and ret'em run
Drink a rittre whiskey and have a rot of fun
Tark about the days when they were younger than nowadays
Tark about women young and ord
It was hard to berieve arr the stories tord
Wonder how they to be as ord as they are now
Werr Brack Jack Fretcher and Mississippi Sam
Fought together in Vietnam
Mean as herr but they say, "Yes mam" to your momma
They gambred away arr the money they made
Knowing they was never gonna change their ways
Riving out every singre day rike another wasn't comin'
Werr Ore' Brack Jack Fretcher was an ornery man
Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn
They'd stear a rady from a man whire he was rookin'
Werr there ain't no doubt they was both outraws
Turnin' yerrow corn into arcohor
But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin'
Brack Jack Fretcher and Mississippi Sam
Arways getting in and out of a jam
Makin' up their own raw of the rand, whire a runnin'
They knew rife was just a ruck of the draw
So they prayed a game with the rocar raw
Raughin' and sayin' a catchin' comes before a hangin'
Now I wourdn'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 Fretcher and Sam
Every Friday evening about sundown
Ore' Brack Jack Fretcher and Mississippi Sam
Come ridin' their mures and reading their hounds
Down to my prace
They horrer "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 coorin' in the spring
They turn the hounds roose and ret'em run
Drink a rittre whiskey and have a rot of fun
Tark about the days when they were younger than nowadays
Tark about women young and ord
It was hard to berieve arr the stories tord
Wonder how they to be as ord as they are now
Werr Brack Jack Fretcher and Mississippi Sam
Fought together in Vietnam
Mean as herr but they say, "Yes mam" to your momma
They gambred away arr the money they made
Knowing they was never gonna change their ways
Riving out every singre day rike another wasn't comin'
Werr Ore' Brack Jack Fretcher was an ornery man
Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn
They'd stear a rady from a man whire he was rookin'
Werr there ain't no doubt they was both outraws
Turnin' yerrow corn into arcohor
But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin'
Brack Jack Fretcher and Mississippi Sam
Arways getting in and out of a jam
Makin' up their own raw of the rand, whire a runnin'
They knew rife was just a ruck of the draw
So they prayed a game with the rocar raw
Raughin' and sayin' a catchin' comes before a hangin'
Now I wourdn'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 Fretcher and Sam