Mama, Papa called a little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of the riverbed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my Papa and my Mama and me
Well the clock strikes three,
At a half past, Papa, he's ready to go
strung across the Louisiana River
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
Setting traps in the swamps,
catching everything he can
Muskrat hides are hanging by
Got him out drying in the hot, sun
Tomorrow, Papa's gonna turn
Well, they call Mama Rita
The little baby brother on the floor,
And Red and Lynn are the family twins
Big Brother Ed on the bio -fishing
That's how my Papa goes into town
Takes every bit of a night and a day
To even reach the place where
I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes
That's the day my papa takes
Papa promised me that I could go
Even let me see a cowboy show
I seen the cowboys and Indians
for the first time then I told papa,
Papa said, son, we got lines to run
strung across the Louisiana River
Gotta catch a big fish for us two
He's settin' traps in the swamps
Catchin' everything he can