The Seekers – Louisiana Man (Guitar)

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Oh, yeah, Cajun man, do all he can,

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gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man.

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At birth, Mama 'n' Papa called their little boy Ned.

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Raised him on the banks of the river bed.

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A houseboat tied to a big, tall tree,

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A home for my Mama and my Papa and me.

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The clock strikes three, Papa jumps to his feet,

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already Mama's cookin' Papa somethin' to eat.

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At half-past, Papa, he's a-ready to go,

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He jumps in his pirogue, headed down the bayou.

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He's got a fishin' line strung across a Louisiana river,

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gotta catch a big fish for us to eat.

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He sets his traps in the swamps, catches anything he can..

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Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man.

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Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man.

    Dm
Oh, yeah, Cajun man, do all he can,

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gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man.

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They call Mama Rita and my Daddy, Jack.

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The little baby brother on the floor is Mack.

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Bryn and Lynn are the family twins,

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Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'.

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On the river float Papa's great big boat,

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that's how my Papa goes into town.

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Takes every bit of the night and day

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to even reach a place where the people stay.

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He's got a fishin' line strung across a Louisiana river,

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gotta catch a big fish for us to eat.

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He sets his traps in the swamps, catches anything he can..

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Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man.

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Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man.

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I can hardly wait 'til tomorrow comes 'round.

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That's the day my Papa takes his furs to town.

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Papa said, 'Son, we got lines to run.'

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We come back again, 'cause there's work to be done.'

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He's got a fishin' line strung across a Louisiana river,

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gotta catch a big fish for us to eat.

   F
He sets his traps in the swamps, catches anything he can..

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Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man.

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Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man.

    Dm
Oh, yeah, Cajun man, do all he can,

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gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man.

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gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man.