Louisiana Man

At birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned; raised him on the banks of a river bed
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 ready to go; he jumps in his pirogue, headed down the bayou

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He’s got fishin’ lines strung across the Louisiana River; gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
Settin’ traps in the swamp catchin’ anything he can; gotta make a livin’, he’s a Louisiana Man
Gotta make a livin’, he’s a Louisiana Man

He’s got Muskrat hides hangin’ by the dozens; even got a lady Mink, a Muskrat’s cousin
Got’em out dryin’ in the hot, hot sun; tomorrow papa’s gonna turn ‘em into mon(ey)

They call my mama Rita and my daddy Jack;  little baby brother on the floor, that’s Mack
Bren(da) and Lin(da) are the family twins, and big brother Ed’s on the bayou fishin’

On the river floats papa’s great big boat; that’s how my papa goes into town
Takes every bit of a night and a day to even reach a place where the people stay
 
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I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around; that’s the day my papa takes his furs to town
Papa done promised me that I could go; he’d even let me see a cowboy show

I saw Cowboys and Indians for the first time then, I told my papa, “Gotta go again”
Papa said, “Son, we’ve got lines to run. We’ll come back again but first there’s work to be done”

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He’s got fishin’ lines strung across the Louisiana River; gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
Settin’ traps in the swamp catchin’ anything he can; gotta make a livin’, he’s a Louisiana Man
Gotta make a livin’, he’s a Louisiana Man

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