Lyrics:

Kershaw
First Momma Poppa call a little boy Ned
Raise him on the banks of the riverbed
In a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
Home for my Momma and my Poppa and me.
Half-past three Poppa jumps to his feet
Already Momma cooking Poppa somethin' to eat
Half-past five Poppa's ready to go
Jumps in his hero headed down the bayou.
Got fishin' lines running cross the Louisiana river
Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat
Settin' traps in the swamp, catchin' everything they can
Gonna make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Louisiana man.
Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen
Even got a little baby muskrat cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow Poppa's gonna turn 'em into money.
Got fishin' lines running cross the Louisiana river
Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat
Settin' traps in the swamp, catchin' everything they can
Gonna make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Louisiana man.
Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen
Even got a little baby muskrat cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow Poppa's gonna turn 'em into money.
Got fishin' lines running cross the Louisiana river
Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat
Settin' traps in the swamp, catchin' everything they can
Gonna make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
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