Ricky Nelson Louisiana Man
At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned They raised him on the banks of a riverbed A houseboat tied to a big tall tree A home for my mama and my papa and me The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet Already mama's cooking papa somethin' to eat At half past papa he's a ready to go He jumps in his beero headed down the bayou
He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana river Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat He's settin' his traps, catchin' anything he can Gotta make a livin', he's a Lousiana man Gotta 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 mon
They call mama Rita and my daddy Jack My little baby brother on the floor, that's Mac Red and Len are the family twins Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'
On the river floats papa's great big boat That's how me and papa go into town It takes every bit of a night and day To even reach the place where the people stay
I can hardly wait tomorrow comes around That's the day my Poppa takes the furs to town papa promised me that I could go He even catch a cowboy show I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then I told my Papa: Got to go again Papa said: Son, we got lines to run We'll come back again 'cause there's work to be done
He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana river Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat He'settin' his traps, catchin' anything he can Gotta make a livin', he's a Lousiana man Gotta make a livin', he's a Lousiana man Gotta make a livin', he's a Lousiana man Gotta make a livin', he's a Lousiana man
