First, Mama Papa 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 mama and my papa and me
Half-past three, Papa jumps to his feet Already Mama cooking Papa somethin' to eat Half-past five, Papa's ready to go Jumps in his hero, 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', he's a Lousiana man Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man
Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen Even got a little baby muskrat cousin Got 'em out dryin' in the hot, hot sun Tomorrow, Papa's gonna turn 'em into money
I can hardly wait until the mornin' comes around That's the day my Papa 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 Papa: Got to come back again Papa said: Son, we got lines to run We'll come back again; there's work to be doneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
