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