Oh yeh! Cajun man do all he can
Gotta make a living 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 cooking Papa something 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 fishing 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 living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
Oh yeh! Cajun man do all he can
Gotta make a living 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 fishing
On the river float Papa s great big boat
That's how my papa goes into town
Takes every bit of the night and day
To even reach a place where the people stay
He's got a fishing 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 living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
I can hardly wait till 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
He's got a fishing 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 living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
Oh yeh! Cajun man do all he can
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
The Seekers - Louisiana Man Lyrics
The Seekers - Louisiana Man Lyrics
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Oh yeh! Cajun man do all he can
Gotta make a living 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 cooking Papa something 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 fishing 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 living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
Oh yeh! Cajun man do all he can
Gotta make a living 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 fishing
On the river float Papa s great big boat
That's how my papa goes into town
Takes every bit of the night and day
To even reach a place where the people stay
He's got a fishing 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 living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
I can hardly wait till 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
He's got a fishing 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 living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
Oh yeh! Cajun man do all he can
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living 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 cooking Papa something 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 fishing 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 living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
Oh yeh! Cajun man do all he can
Gotta make a living 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 fishing
On the river float Papa s great big boat
That's how my papa goes into town
Takes every bit of the night and day
To even reach a place where the people stay
He's got a fishing 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 living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
I can hardly wait till 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
He's got a fishing 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 living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
Oh yeh! Cajun man do all he can
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living he's a Louisiana man
Writer: Doug Kershaw
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC