Don Rich
At birth momma an' papa called little boy Ned They
raised him on the bank of the river bed Houseboat
tied to a big tall tree a home for my mama and my
papa and me Clock strikes three papa jumps to his
feet Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
Half past, a 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're settin' traps in
the swamp, catchin' everythin' 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 lady
named "muskrat cousin" Thought about it
dryin' in the hot hot sun tomorrow papa's gonna
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They call my mama Rita and my daddy Jack A little
baby brother on the floor that's Mac Brynn and
Lynn are the family twins big brother Ed's on the
bayou fishin' On the river floats papa's great big
boat that's how my papa goes into town Makes every
bit of the night and the day then even reach the
place where the people stay I can hardly wait
untill tomorrow comes around That's the day my
pappy takes the furs to town Papa promised me, Ned
and Mac could go, even gonna see a cowboy show I
see the cowboys and Indians for the first time
then told my pappy gonna a go again Papa said son
they got the lines to run We'll come back again
but first there's work to be done And they got
fishin' lines...