| At birth momma an' papa called little boy Ned
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| They raised him on the bank of the river bed
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| Houseboat tied to a big tall tree a home for my mama and my papa and me
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| Clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
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| Already mama’s cookin' papa somethin' to eat
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| Half past, a papa, he’s ready to go he hops in his piro headed down the bayou
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| They got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana River
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| Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat
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| They’re settin' traps in the swamp, catchin' everythin' they can
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| Gonna make a livin' he’s a Louisiana man gonna make a livin' he’s a Louisiana
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| man
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| Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen even got a lady named «muskrat cousin»
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| Thought about it dryin' in the hot hot sun tomorrow papa’s gonna turn them into
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| mon
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| They call my mama Rita and my daddy Jack
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| A little baby brother on the floor that’s Mac
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| Brynn and Lynn are the family twins big brother Ed’s on the bayou fishin'
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| On the river floats papa’s great big boat that’s how my papa goes into town
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| Makes every bit of the night and the day then even reach the place where the
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| people stay
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| I can hardly wait untill tomorrow comes around
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| That’s the day my pappy takes the furs to town
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| Papa promised me, Ned and Mac could go, even gonna see a cowboy show
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| I see the cowboys and Indians for the first time then told my pappy gonna a go
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| again
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| Papa said son they got the lines to run
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| We’ll come back again but first there’s work to be done
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| And they got fishin' lines… |