Louisiana Man — текст песни (Seekers)

Oh, yeh! Cajun man, do all he can,
Gotta make a livin`; he`s a Louisiana man.
At birth, Mama `n` Papa called their little boy Ned;
Raised him on the banks of the river bed.
A houseboat tied to a big, tall tree,
A home for my mama and my papa and me.
The clock strikes three, Papa jumps to his feet;
Already Mama`s cookin` Papa somethin` to eat.
At half-past, Papa, he`s a-ready to go;
He jumps in his bureau headed down the bayou.
Chorus:
He`s got a fishin` line strung across a Louisiana river,
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat.
He sets his traps in the swamps, catches anything he can;
Gotta make a livin`; he`s a Louisiana man.
Gotta make a livin`; he`s a Louisiana man.
Oh, yeh! Cajun man, do all he can,
Gotta make a livin`; he`s a Louisiana man.
They call Mama Rita and my daddy Jack;
The little baby brother on the floor is Mack.
Bryn and Lynn are the family twins,
Big brother Ed`s on the bayou fishin`.
On the river float Papa`s great big boat;
That`s how my papa goes into town
Takes ev`ry bit of the night and day
To even reach a place where the people stay.
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I can hardly wait `til tomorrow comes `round;
That`s the day my Papa takes his furs to town.
Papa said, Son, we got lines to run.
We come back again, `cause there`s work to be done.
(Chorus)
Oh, yeh! Cajun man, do all he can,
Gotta make a livin`; he`s a Louisiana man.
Gotta make a livin`; he`s a Louisiana man.