Текст песни Louisiana Man - The Hollies
At
first
Mom
and
Papa
called
the
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
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
bireau
heading
down
the
bayou
He′s
got
fishing
lines
strung
across
the
Louisiana
River
Gotta
catch
a
big
fish
for
us
to
eat
He
sets
his
traps
catching
anything
he
can
Gotta
make
a
living
he's
a
Louisiana
Man
Gotta
make
a
living
he's
a
Louisiana
Man
Muskrat
hides
hangin′
by
the
dozen
Even
got
a
lady
makes
a
muskrat
cousin
All
the
hides
drying
in
the
hot
hot
sun
Tomorrow
Papa′s
gonna
turn
them
into
mon
Call
Mama
Rita
and
my
daddy
is
Jack
Little
baby
brother
on
the
floor
is
Matt
Green
and
Lynn
are
the
family
twins
Big
brother
Ed's
on
the
bayou
fishing
On
the
river
floats
Papa′s
great
big
boat
That's
how
my
Papa
goes
into
town
Takes
every
bit
of
the
night
and
day
To
even
reach
the
place
where
the
people
stay
I
can
hardly
wait
′till
tomorrow
comes
around
That's
the
day
my
Papa
takes
his
furs
to
town
Papa
promised
me
that
I
could
go
He′d
even
let
me
see
a
cowboy
show
I'd
seen
the
cowboys
and
Indians
for
the
first
time
then
Told
my
Papa
gotta
go
again
Papa
said
"Son
we
got
a
life
to
run
We'd
come
back
again
′cos
there′s
work
to
be
done"
Chorus

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