Buck Owens Louisiana Man Lyrics

[ Don Rich]
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...