At first mom and papa called their little boy,
Ned.
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree, a home for
my mama and my papa and me.
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet,
already mama's cooking papa somethin' to eat.
At half past, papa he's a ready to go,
he jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou.
He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana
River gotta catch a big fish for us to eat.
He's settin' his traps, catchin' anything he can.
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man.
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man.
#2.
Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen, even got a
little baby muskrat cousin.
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot, hot sun, tomorrow
Papa's gonna turn 'em into mon.
#3.
They call mama Rita and my daddy Jack, my little
baby brother on the floor, that's Mac.
Red and Len are the family twins, big brother Ed's
on the bayou fishin'.
On the river floats papa's great big boat, that's
how me and papa go into town.
It takes every bit of a night and day to even reach
the place where the people stay.
#5.
I can hardly wait tomorrow comes around, that's the
day my Poppa takes the furs to town.
Papa promised me that I could go, he even let me see
a cowboy show.
I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time, then.
I told my Papa, got to go again.
Papa said, son, we got lines to run, we'll come back
again cause there's work to be done.
He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana
River gotta catch a big fish for us to eat.
He's settin' his traps, catchin' anything he can.
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man.
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man.
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man.
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man.
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