[ Don Rich]
At first mom and papa called
their little boy Ned
They raised him on the
banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree a home
for my mama and my papa and me
The clock strikes three papa
jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin'
papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's ready to go he hops
in his piro headed down the bayou
They got fishin' lines strung
across the Louisiana River
Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat
They said that crops in the swamp
catchin' everythin' he can
Gonna make a livin' he's a Louisiana man gonna
make a livin' he's a Louisiana man
Muskart hides a hangin' by the dozen even
got a lady make a muskart's cousin
Pile of hide dryin' in the hot hot sun tomorrow
papa's gonna turn them into mon
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They call my mama Rita
and my daddy Jack
A little baby brother on the
floor that's Mac
Rynn and Lynn are the family twins big
brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'
On the river float papa's great big boat
that's how my papa goes into town
Makes every bit of the night and day then ever
reach the place where the people stay
I can hardly wait until
tomorrow comes around
That's the day my papa
takes his fures to town
Papa promised me that I could go
even gonna see a cowboy show
I see the cowboys and Indians for the first
time then told my pappy gotta go again
Papa said son we got the lines to run
We'll come back again that
there's work to be done
And they got fishin' lines...