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First Momma Poppa call a little boy Ned,
Raise him on the banks of the riverbed,
In a houseboat tied to a big tall tree,
Home for my Momma and my Poppa and me.

Clock strikes three Poppa jumps to his feet,
Already Momma cooking Poppa somethin' to eat,
At half-past  Poppa he's ready to go,
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou.

Got fishin' lines running cross the Louisiana river
Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat,
Settin' traps in the swamp, catchin' anything he can
Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man, x2
Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen,

Even got a lady mink a muskrat cousin,
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot, hot sun,
Tomorrow Poppa's gonna turn 'em into mon
They call my mamma Rita and my daddy Jack
Little bitty brother on the floor that's Mack
Red 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 my Poppa goes in to town
Takes him every bit of a night and a day
To even reach a place where the people stay

I can hardly wait til tomorrow comes around,
That's the day my Poppa takes the furs to town,
Poppa promised me that I could go
And even let me see a cowboy show

Saw cowboys and Indians for the first time then
Told my Poppa, "Gotta go again."
Poppa said, "Son, we got lines to run.
We'll come back again; there's work to be done."