Louisiana Man Lyrics - Connie Smith

At birth Mom and Papa called their little boy Ned 

They raised him on the banks of the river bed 

A houseboat tied to a big tall tree 

A home for my Papa and my Mama and me 

The clock strikes three, Papa jumps to his feet 

Already mama's cookin' Papa something to eat 

At half past, Papa, he's ready to go 

He jumps in his piro headed down the bayou 

He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana river 

Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat 

He set the traps in the swamp catchin' anything he can 

Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man 

Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man 

A muskart hides a hangin' by the dozen 

Even got a lady make a muskart's cousin 

Got 'em out dryin' in the hot hot sun 

Tomorrow Papa's gonna turn 'em into mon 

They call my Mama Rita and my Daddy's Jack 

A little baby brother on the floor, that's Mac 

Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin' 

Fram and Malene are the family twins 

On the river float Papa's great big boat 

That's for my Papa goes into town 

He takes every bit of the night and day 

To even reach the place where the people stay 

I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around 

That's the day my Papa takes his fure to town 

Papa promised me that I could go even let me see a cowboy show 

I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time 

Then I told my Papa gotta go again 

Papa said hon' we got the lines to run 

We'll come back tomorrow 'cause the work to be done 

He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana river 

Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat 

He set the traps in the swamp catchin' anything he can 

Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man 

Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man 

Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man 

Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man 

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