Текст песни Seekers - Louisiana Man
Seekers - Louisiana Man слова песни
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 townTakes ev`ry bit of the night and dayTo even reach a place where the people stay.(Chorus)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.