He was devil, he was a saint
He cuts the ribeye that he ate
He wears a leather jacket stained with blood
Bullet holes, firewood, and cheap cologne
Where did he come from, where did he go
Where did he come from, where did he go

Big Black Jack
He knows where its at
Big Black Jack
He likes it like that

They called him one day I say
I bet you can't shoot the grain off the hay
He said okay tomorrow you'll pray
When I do what you say you better start payin'

He took his luger and he fired again
One more time and he strikes again
Seven people wondered, seven people watched
As Big Black Jack blew that grain apart

Ol' Jim Crow never did know
How awful it'd be to run the show
So after the fire the dust did settle
Then out of the fog was a .38 special

Well Big Black Jack
He knows where its at
Big Black Jack
He likes it like that

Bang bang I say
Bang bang
You gotta shoot shoot
The guys with the loot

Bang bang I say
Bang bang
You gotta shoot shoot
The guys with the loot

Big Black Jack
He knows where its at
Big Black Jack
He likes it like that

I say bang bang
You gotta shoot shoot
I say bang bang
You gotta shoot shoot

Big Black Jack
He knows where its at
Big Black Jack
He likes it like that