| At first Mom and Papa called the little boy Ned
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| Raised him on the banks of the riverbed
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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 cooking Papa something to eat
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| At half past Papa he’s a-ready to go
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| He jumps in his bireau heading down the bayou
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| He’s got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana River
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| Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
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| He sets his traps 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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| Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen
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| Even got a lady makes a muskrat cousin
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| All the hides drying in the hot hot sun
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| Tomorrow Papa’s gonna turn them into mon
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| Call Mama Rita and my daddy is Jack
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| Little baby brother on the floor is Matt
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| Green and Lynn are the family twins
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| 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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| That’s how my Papa goes into town
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| Takes every bit of the night and day
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| To even reach the place where the people stay
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| I can hardly wait 'till 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’d seen the cowboys and Indians for the first time then
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| Told my Papa gotta go again
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| Papa said «Son we got a life to run
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| We’d come back again 'cos there’s work to be done»
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| He’s got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana River
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| Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
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| He sets his traps 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 |