At
birth,
Mama, Papa called a little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of the riverbed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my Papa and my Mama and me
Well the clock strikes three,
Papa jumps to his feet
Already Mama's cooking
Papa something to eat
At a half past, Papa, he's ready to go
He jumps in his speedo,
headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines
strung across the Louisiana River
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
Setting traps in the swamps,
catching everything he can
Trying to make a living,
he's a Louisiana man
Trying to make a living,
he's a Louisiana man
Muskrat hides are hanging by
the desert
Even got a lady make a
muskrat cousin
Got him out drying in the hot, sun
Tomorrow, Papa's gonna turn
up in the barn
Well, they call Mama Rita
and my daddy's Jack
The little baby brother on the floor,
that's Mack
And Red and Lynn are the family twins
Big Brother Ed on the bio -fishing
On the riverboat,
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 the place where
the people stay
I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes
around
That's the day my papa takes
the first to town
Papa promised me that I could go
Even let me see a cowboy show
I seen the cowboys and Indians
for the first time then I told papa,
papa, gotta come again
Papa said, son, we got lines to run
Come back again when
the work is all done
He's got fishing lines
strung across the Louisiana River
Gotta catch a big fish for us two
He's settin' traps in the swamps
Catchin' everything he can
Tryin' to make a livin'
He's a Louisiana man
Tryin' to make a livin'
He's a Louisiana man
Yee -haw!