And I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Well, Papa said, "Son we've got lines to run
On the river floats papa's great big boat
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
We'll come back again but first there's work to be done"
He's setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can
And that's how my papa goes into town
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then
To even reach a place where the people stay
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Bren and Lin are the family twins
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
That's the day my papa takes his furs to town
Papa promised me that I could go
I told my pop I've gotta go again
A home for my papa and my mama and me
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Takes him every bit of a night and a day
Tomorrow papa's gonna turn 'em into money
Little baby brother on the floor that's Mack
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Got 'em out drying in the hot, hot sun
He'd even let me see a cowboy show
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
At half past, papa he's ready to go
He's setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can
And big brother Ed's on the bayou fishing
Well, they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Even got a lady mink, a muskrat's cousin
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
My Muskrat hides hanging by the dozens
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
