| Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned | 
| Raised him on the banks of a river bed | 
| On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree | 
| A home for my papa and my mama and me | 
| The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet | 
| Already mama’s cooking papa something to eat | 
| At half past, papa he’s ready to go | 
| He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou | 
| He’s got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers | 
| Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat | 
| He’s setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can | 
| He’s gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana man | 
| Gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana man | 
| My Muskrat hides hanging by the dozens | 
| Even got a lady mink, a muskrat’s cousin | 
| Got 'em out drying in the hot, hot sun | 
| Tomorrow papa’s gonna turn 'em into money | 
| Well, they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack | 
| Little baby brother on the floor that’s Mack | 
| Bren and Lin are the family twins | 
| And big brother Ed’s on the bayou fishing | 
| On the river floats papa’s great big boat | 
| And that’s how my papa goes into town | 
| Takes him every bit of a night and a day | 
| To even reach a place where the people stay | 
| And I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around | 
| That’s the day my papa takes his furs to town | 
| Papa promised me that I could go | 
| He’d even let me see a cowboy show | 
| I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then | 
| Itold my pop I’ve gotta go again | 
| Well, Papa said, «Son we’ve got lines to run | 
| We’ll come back again but first there’s work to be done» | 
| He’s got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers | 
| Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat | 
| He’s setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can | 
| Gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana man | 
| Gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana man | 
| Gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana man | 
| Gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana man | 
| Gotta make a living, he’s a Louisiana man |