Louisiana Man [Demo] Songtext
von Bobbie Gentry
Louisiana Man [Demo] Songtext
At first Mom an′ Poppa called their little girl, Lady
They raised her on the banks of a river bed
A house boat tied to a big, tall tree
A home for my Poppa an' my Momma and me
The clock strikes three Poppa jumps to his feet
Already Momma′s cookin' Poppa somethin' to eat
At half-past Poppa he′s ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He′s got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana River
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He′s settin' his traps catchin′ anythin' he can
Got make a livin′, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin', he′s a Louisiana man
Muskrat hides hangin′ by the dozen
Even got a little baby muskrat cousin
Got 'em out fryin′ in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow Poppa's gonna turn ′em into mon'
They call Momma Rita and my Daddy Jack
My little baby brother on the floor that′s Mac
Rhett and Lynn are the family twins
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'
On the river boat, Poppa′s great big boat
That′s how me and Poppa go into town
It takes every bit of a night and day
To even reach a place where the people will stay
Well, I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around
That's the day my Poppa takes the furs to town
Poppa, 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 Poppa "Gotta go again"
Poppa says "No, hon', line to be run
We′ll have to come again 'cause there′s work to be done"
He's got fishin' lines strung ′cross the Louisiana River
Got a catch a big fish for us to eat
He′s settin' his traps catchin′ anythin' he can
Gotta make a livin′, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin′, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin', he′s a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin′, he's a Louisiana man
They raised her on the banks of a river bed
A house boat tied to a big, tall tree
A home for my Poppa an' my Momma and me
The clock strikes three Poppa jumps to his feet
Already Momma′s cookin' Poppa somethin' to eat
At half-past Poppa he′s ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He′s got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana River
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He′s settin' his traps catchin′ anythin' he can
Got make a livin′, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin', he′s a Louisiana man
Muskrat hides hangin′ by the dozen
Even got a little baby muskrat cousin
Got 'em out fryin′ in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow Poppa's gonna turn ′em into mon'
They call Momma Rita and my Daddy Jack
My little baby brother on the floor that′s Mac
Rhett and Lynn are the family twins
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'
On the river boat, Poppa′s great big boat
That′s how me and Poppa go into town
It takes every bit of a night and day
To even reach a place where the people will stay
Well, I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around
That's the day my Poppa takes the furs to town
Poppa, 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 Poppa "Gotta go again"
Poppa says "No, hon', line to be run
We′ll have to come again 'cause there′s work to be done"
He's got fishin' lines strung ′cross the Louisiana River
Got a catch a big fish for us to eat
He′s settin' his traps catchin′ anythin' he can
Gotta make a livin′, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin′, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin', he′s a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin′, he's a Louisiana man
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