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    The Seekers / Lyrics

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    "Louisiana Man" Lyrics

    The Seekers feat. Judith Durham

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    Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
    Raised him on the banks of a river bed
    On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
    A home for my papa and my mama and me

    The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
    Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
    At half past, papa he's ready to go
    He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou

    He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
    Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
    He's setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can
    He's gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
    Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man

    My Muskrat hides hanging by the dozens
    Even got a lady mink, a muskrat's cousin
    Got 'em out drying in the hot, hot sun
    Tomorrow papa's gonna turn 'em into money

    Well, they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
    Little baby brother on the floor that's Mack
    Bren and Lin are the family twins
    And big brother Ed's on the bayou fishing

    On the river floats papa's great big boat
    And that's how my papa goes into town
    Takes him every bit of a night and a day
    To even reach a place where the people stay

    And I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around
    That's the day my papa takes his furs to town
    Papa promised me that I could go
    He'd even let me see a cowboy show

    I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then
    I told my pop I've gotta go again
    Well, Papa said, "Son we've got lines to run
    We'll come back again but first there's work to be done"

    He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
    Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
    He's setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can
    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
    Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
    Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
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    This song was submitted on February 17th, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/atv Music Publishing Llc.
    Written by Doug Kershaw.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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