At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned
They raise him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree a home for my papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet

Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's ready to go he jumps in his piro 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
Muskart hides hanging by the dozen even got a little baby muskart's cousin
Gotta 'em fryin' in the hot hot sun tomorrow papa's gonna turn them into mon

They call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
My little baby brother on the floor that's Mac
Red and Lynn are the family twins big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'
On the river float papa's great big boat that's how my papa goes into town

He takes every bit of the night and day
Then even reach the place where the people stay
I can hardly wait till tomorrow comes around
That's the day my papa takes his fures to town

Papa promised me that I could go even let me see a cowboy show
I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then I told my papa gotta go again
Papa said son we got the lines to run
We'll come back again cause there's work to be done

He's got fishin' lines...
Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man

Writer : KERSHAW
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