Well, at birth Mom and Papa called their little boy Ned
He raised him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my papa and my momma and me
Already Momma? cookin Papa somethin to eat
At half past, Papa, he? a-ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
- He? got fishin lines strung across the Louisiana River
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He? settin traps in the swamps, catchin anything he can
Gotta make a livin, he? a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin, he? a Louisiana man
Even got a lady mink, a muskrat? cousin
Got ?m out dryin in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow Papa? gonna turn ?m into mon
Little baby brother on the floor, that? Mack
Bren and Lin are the family twins
And big brother Ed, he? on the bayou fishin
And that? how my papa goes into town
It takes him every bit of a night and a day
To even reach a place where the people stay
- He? got fishin lines strung across the Louisiana River...
That? the day my papa takes the furs to town
Papa promised me that I could go
He? even let me see a cowboy show
- He? got fishin lines strung across the Louisiana River...
Writer(s): Doug Kershaw
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