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

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

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 Louisiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Louisiana man

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

I can hardly wait until thе mornin' comes around
That's the day my Poppa taked thе furs to town
Last time he told me that I could go
Maybe even catch a cowboy show
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"