At birth Mom an' Poppa called their little boy, Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
A house boat tied to a big, tall tree
A home for my Poppa an' my Momma and me
The clock strikes three Poppa jumps to his feet
Already Momma's cookin' Poppa somethin' to eat
At half-past Poppa he's a-ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishin' line strung 'cross the Louisiana River
He's gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
Settin' traps in the swamps catchin' anythin' he can
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen
He's even got a lady mink, a muskrat's cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow Poppa's gonna turn 'em into mon'
They call Momma Rita and my Daddy Jack
Little baby brother on the floor that's Mac
Rhett and Lynn are the family twins
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'
On the river floats Poppa's great big boat
That's how Poppa comes into town
Takes every bit of a night and a day
To even reach a place where people stay
He's got fishin' line strung 'cross the Louisiana River
He's gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
Settin' traps in the swamps catchin' anythin' he can
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
I can hardly wait 'til tomorrow comes around
That's the day Poppa takes the furs to town
Poppa promised me Ned and I could go
Even let me see a cowboy show
He's got fishin' line strung 'cross the Louisiana River
He's gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
Settin' traps in the swamps catchin' anythin' he can
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man