| At birth mama papa called their little boy Ned
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| Raised him on the banks of a river bed
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| A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
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| A home for my papa and my mama and me
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| The clock strikes three, papa jumps to his feet
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| Already mama’s cookin' papa somethin' to eat
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| At half past papa he’s a-ready to go
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| He jumps in his pirogue and he’s down the bayou
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| He’s got fishin' lines strung up on the Louisiana rivers
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| Try to catch a big fish for us to eat
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| He set the traps in the swamp catchin' anything he can
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| Try to make a livin', he’s a Louisiana man
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| Try to make a livin', he’s a Louisiana man
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| Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozens
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| Even got a lady mink, a muskrat’s cousin
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| Got 'em out dryin' in the hot, hot sun
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| Tomorrow papa’s gonna turn 'em into moon
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| Well they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
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| Little baby brother on the floor that’s Mack
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| Fred and Lynn are the family twins
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| Big brother Ed’s on the bayou fishin'
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| On the river floats papa’s great big boat
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| That’s how my papa goes into town
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| Takes every bit of a night and a day
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| And even takes place where the people stay
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| I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around
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| That’s the day my papa takes the furs to town
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| Papa promised me that I could go
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| Even let me see a cowboy show
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| I seen the cowboys and Indians for the first time then
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| I told my papa gotta go again
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| Papa said, son we got lines to run
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| We’ll come back again 'cause there’s work to be done
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| He’s got fishin' lines strung up on the Louisiana rivers
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| Try to catch a big fish for us to eat
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| He set the traps in the swamp catchin' anything he can
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| Try to make a livin', he’s a Louisiana man
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| Try to make a livin', he’s a Louisiana man |