Louisiana Man

At first Mom an' Poppa called their 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 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 across the Louisiana River
 Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
 He's settin' his traps catchin' anythin' he can
 He's gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
 Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
 Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen
 Even got a little bitty muskrat 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
 My little baby brother on the floor that's Mac
 Rhett and Lynn are the family twins
 Big brother Eddie's on the bayou fishin'
 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 will 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"
 Poppa says "Hon', we got lines to run
 We'll have to come again 'cause there's work to be done"
 He's got fishin' line strung across the Louisiana River
 Got a catch a big fish for us to eat
 He's settin' his traps catchin' anythin' he can
 Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man
 Gotta make a livin', he's a Louisiana man