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