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. Setting traps
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 glove. got'em drying in the hot
hot sun tomorrow papa's gonna turn them into mon.
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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 to even reach
a place where the people stay. I can hardly
wait till tomorrow comes around. That's the day my
papa takes the furs to town. Papa promised me that
I could go, even let me see a cowboy show I saw the
cowboys and Injuns for the first time then, told
my papa gotta go again. Papa said son we got
lines to run we'll come back again there's work to
be done He's got fishin' lines...