Louisiana Man - The 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

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

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.»

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