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At birth momma an' papa called little boy Ned They raised him on the bank of the river bed Houseboat tied to a big tall tree a home for my mama and my papa and me Clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat Half past, a papa, he's ready to go he hops in his piro headed down the bayou They got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana River Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat They're settin' traps in the swamp, catchin' everythin' they can Gonna make a livin' he's a Louisiana man gonna make a livin' he's a Louisiana man Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen even got a lady named "muskrat cousin" Thought about it dryin' in the hot hot sun tomorrow papa's gonna turn them into mon [ fiddle ] They call my mama Rita and my daddy Jack A little baby brother on the floor that's Mac Brynn and Lynn are the family twins big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin' On the river floats papa's great big boat that's how my papa goes into town Makes every bit of the night and the day then even reach the place where the people stay I can hardly wait untill tomorrow comes around That's the day my pappy takes the furs to town Papa promised me, Ned and Mac could go, even gonna see a cowboy show I see the cowboys and Indians for the first time then told my pappy gonna a go again Papa said son they got the lines to run We'll come back again but first there's work to be done And they got fishin' lines... Aus Songtexte Mania