Al Hirt Lyrics - Louisiana Man lyrics

Louisiana Man lyrics (Lyrics)

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First Momma Poppa call a little boy Ned,
Raise him on the banks of the riverbed,
In a houseboat tied to a big tall tree,
Home for my Momma and my Poppa and me.

Half-past three Poppa jumps to his feet,
Already Momma cooking Poppa somethin to eat,
Half-past five Poppas ready to go,
Jumps in his perouge headed down the bayou.

Got fishin lines running cross the Louisiana river
Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat,
Settin traps in the swamp, catchin everything they can
Gonna make a livin, hes a Lousiana man,
Gonna make a livin, hes a Lousiana man,

Muskrat hides hangin by the dozen,
Even got a little baby muskrat cousin,
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Got em out dryin in the hot, hot sun,
Tomorrow Poppas gonna turn em into money

They call momma Rita and my daddy Jack
Little baby brother on the floor thats Mac
Red and Lynn (Gunnar and Matthew) are the family twins
big brother Eds on the bayou fishin
I can hardly wait until (tomorrow) the mornin comes around,
Thats the day my Poppa taked the furs to town,
Last time he told me that I could go,
Maybe even catch a cowboy show,

Saw cowboys and Indians for the first time then,
Told my Poppa, Got to come back again.
Poppa said, Son, we got lines to run.
Well come back again; theres work to be done.