[ 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 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

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...