Louisiana Man

At first Mom and Poppa called the little girl, Lady
They raised her on the banks of a river bed
A house boat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my poppa and my momma and me

The clock strikes three Poppa jumps to his feet
Already Moma's cooking Poppa something to eat
At half past Poppa he's a ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou

He's got fishing line strung across the Louisiana River
He's gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's setting his traps catching anything he can
He's gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
He's gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man

Muskrat hides hanging by the dozen
Even got a little bitty muskrat cousin
Got 'em out drying in the hot hot sun
Tomorrow Poppa's gone turn 'em into money

They call Momma Rita and my Daddy Jack
My little baby brother on the floor that's Mac
Rhett and Lynn are the family twins
Big brother Eddie's on the bayou fishing

On the river floats Poppa's great big boat
That's how me and Poppa get in to town
It takes every bit of a night and day
To even reach a place where the people stay

Oh I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around
That's the day my Poppa takes the furs to town
Poppa done promised me that I could go
He'd even let me see a cowboy show

I saw the cowboys and injuns for the first time then
I told my Poppa "gotta go again"
But Poppa says "Hon we got lines to run
We'll have to come again 'cause there's work to be done."

He's got fishing line strung across the Louisiana River
He's gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's setting his traps catching anything he can
He's gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
He's gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man