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Lyrics by: Doug Kershaw
# Debut Chart
100 Apr '68 Hot 100
72 Jun '68 Country

Lyrics

At first mom and papa called The little girl Letty They raised her on The banks of a river bed A house boat tied To a big tall tree A home for my poppa And my mama and me The clock strikes three Papa jumps to his feet Already Mama's cooking Papa something to eat At half past Papa He's a ready to go He jumps in his pirogue Headed down the bayou He's got fishing line Strung across the Louisiana River Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat He's setting his traps Catching anything he can He's gotta make a living He's a Louisiana man Gotta make a living He's a Louisiana man Muskrat hides Hanging by the dozen Even got a little bitty Muskrat cousin Got 'em out drying In the hot, hot sun Tomorrow Papa's gonna Turn 'em into mon They call mama, Rita And my daddy, Jack My little baby brother On the floor, that's Mac Rhett and Lynn Are the family twins Big brother Eddie's On the bayou fishing


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On the river floats Papa's great big boat That's how me and Papa Get into town It takes every bit Of a night and day To even reach a place Where the people stay Oh, I can hardly wait Until tomorrow comes around That's the day my Papa Takes the furs to town Papa done promised me That I could go He'd even let me See a cowboy show I saw the cowboys and injuns For the first time then I told my Papa Gotta go again But Papa says Hon, we got lines to run We'll have to come again 'Cause there's work to be done He's got fishing line Strung across the Louisiana River Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat He's setting his traps Catching anything he can Gotta make a living He's a Louisiana man Gotta make a living He's a Louisiana man

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