Letras
At birth, Mom and Papa called their little boy Ned
Raised on the banks of the riverbed
Houseboat tied to a big tall tree
Home for my Papa and my Mama and me
Clock strikes three, Papa jumps to his feet
Already Mama's cookin' Papa somethin' to eat
Half-past, Papa, he's ready to go
Jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
Got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
Settin' traps in the swamps, catchin' anythin' he can
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen
Even got a lady mink, a muskrat's cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow Papa's gonna turn 'em into mon'
They called Mama Rita and my Daddy Jack
Little baby brother on the floor, that's Mack
Bren' and Lin' are the family twins
Big brother Ed is on the bayou fishin'
On the river floats Papa's great big boat
That's how Papa goes into town
Takes every bit of night and day
To even reach the place where the people stay
I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around
That's the day Papa takes his furs to town
Papa promised me, Ned, and I could go
Even let me see the cowboy show
Seen the cowboys and Indians for the first time then
Told my pop I gotta go again
Papa said, "Son, we got lines to run
Come back again 'cause there's work to be done"
Got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
Settin' traps in the swamps, catchin' anythin' he can
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man