Lyrics:

At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned

They raise him on the banks of the river bed

A houseboat tied to a big tall tree a home for my papa and my mama 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 jumps in his piro headed down the bayou

He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana River

Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat

Headin' crops in the swamp catchin' everythin' he can

Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man gotta 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 drying in the hot hot sun tomorrow papa's gonna turn them into mon

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Well they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack

A little baby brother on the floor that's Mac

Riz and Liz 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

He takes every bit of the night and day

Then ever reach the place where the people stay

I can hardly wait till tomorrow comes around

That's the day my papa takes his fure to town

Papa promised me that I could go even let me see a cowboy show

I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then I told my papa gotta go again

Papa said son we got the lines to run we'll come back again there's work to be done

He's got fishin' lines...