"Louisiana Man" lyrics - THE SEEKERS

Oh, yeh! Cajun man, do all he can
Gotta make a livin'; he's a Louisiana man
At birth, Mama 'n' Papa called their little boy Ned;
Raised him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big, tall tree
A home for my mama and my papa and me
The clock strikes three, Papa jumps to his feet;
Already Mama's cookin' Papa somethin' to eat
At half-past, Papa, he's a-ready to go;
He jumps in his bureau headed down the bayou

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He's got a fishin' line strung across a Louisiana river
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He sets his traps in the swamps, catches anything he can;
Gotta make a livin'; he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin'; he's a Louisiana man
Oh, yeh! Cajun man, do all he can
Gotta make a livin'; he's a Louisiana man
They call Mama Rita and my daddy Jack;
The little baby brother on the floor is Mack
Bryn and Lynn are the family twins
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'
On the river float Papa's great big boat;
That's how my papa goes into town
Takes ev'ry bit of the night and day
To even reach a place where the people stay

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I can hardly wait 'til tomorrow comes 'round;
That's the day my Papa takes his furs to town
Papa said, "Son, we got lines to run
We come back again, 'cause there's work to be done."

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Oh, yeh! Cajun man, do all he can
Gotta make a livin'; he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin'; he's a Louisiana man