The Flying Burrito Brothers - Louisiana Man lyrics

Kershaw First Momma Poppa call a little boy Ned, Raise him on the banks of the riverbed, In a houseboat tied to a big tall tree, Home for my Momma and my Poppa and me. Verse2: Half-past three Poppa jumps to his feet, Already Momma cooking Poppa somethin' to eat, Half-past five Poppa's ready to go, Jumps in his hero headed down the bayou. Chorus1: Got fishin' lines running cross the Louisiana river Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat, Settin' traps in the swamp, catchin' everything they can Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man, Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man, Verse3: Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen, Even got a little baby muskrat cousin, Got 'em out dryin' in the hot, hot sun, Tomorrow Poppa's gonna turn 'em into money Chorus2: I can hardly wait until the mornin' comes around, That's the day my Poppa taked the furs to town, Last time he told me that I could go, Maybe even catch a cowboy show, Verse4: Saw cowboys and Indians for the first time then, Told my Poppa, "Got to come back again." Poppa said, "Son, we got lines to run. We'll come back again; there's work to be done."