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At first mom and papa called their little boy NedThey raise him on the banks of the river bedA houseboat tied to a big tall tree a home for my papa and my mama and meThe clock strikes three papa jumps to his feetAlready mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eatAt half past papa he's ready to go he jumps in his piro headed down the bayouHe's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana RiverGotta catch a big fish for us to eatHeadin' crops in the swamp catchin' everythin' he canGotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana manMuskart hides a hangin' by the dozen even got a lady make a muskart's cousinPile of hide drying in the hot hot sun tomorrow papa's gonna turn them into moneyWell they call mama Rita and my daddy JackA little baby brother on the floor that's MacRiz 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 townHe takes every bit of the night and dayThen ever reach the place where the people stayI can hardly wait till tomorrow comes aroundThat's the day my papa takes his fure to townPapa promised me that I could go even let me see a cowboy showI saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then I told my papa gotta go againPapa said son we got the lines to run we'll come back again there's work to be doneHe's got fishin' lines... From Letras Mania