Oh, yeah! Cajun man, do all he can
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man

At birth, Mama and Papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big, tall tree
A home for my mama and my papa and me

The clock strikes three, Papa jumps to his feet
Already Mama's cooking Papa something to eat
At half-past, Papa, he's a-ready to go
He jumps in his bureau headed down the bayou

He's got a fishing line strung across a Louisiana river
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He sets his traps in the swamps, catches anything he can
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man

Oh, yeah! Cajun man, do all he can
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man

They call Mama Rita and my daddy Jack
The little baby brother on the floor is Mack
Bryn and Lynn are the family twins
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishing

On the river float Papa's great big boat
That's how my papa goes into town
Takes ev'ry bit of the night and day
To even reach a place where the people stay


He's got a fishing line strung across a Louisiana river
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He sets his traps in the swamps, catches anything he can
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man

I can hardly wait 'til tomorrow comes 'round
That's the day my Papa takes his furs to town
Papa said, "Son, we got lines to run
We come back again, 'cause there's work to be done"

He's got a fishing line strung across a Louisiana river
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He sets his traps in the swamps, catches anything he can
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man

Oh, yeah! Cajun man, do all he can
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man