Louisiana Woman, Mississippi Man - Conway Twitty

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 a-ready to go He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou He's got fishin' line strung across the Louisiana River Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat He's settin' his traps catchin' anythin' he can He's gotta 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 bitty muskrat cousin Got 'em out dryin' 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 Eddie's on the bayou fishin' On the river floats Poppa's great big boat That's how me and Poppa get in to town It takes every bit of a night and day To even reach a place where the people will stay Oh, I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around That's the day my Poppa takes the furs to town Poppa done promised 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 "Hon', we got lines to run We'll have to come again 'cause there's work to be done" He's got fishin' line strung across 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

At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned They raise him on the banks of the river bed 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 cookin' papa somethin' to eat At half past papa he's ready to go he jumps in his piro headed down the bayou He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana River Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat Headin' crops in the swamp catchin' everythin' he can Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man Muskart hides a hangin' by the dozen even got a lady make a muskart's cousin Pile of hide drying in the hot hot sun tomorrow papa's gonna turn them into mon [ Steel ] Well they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack A little baby brother on the floor that's Mac Riz and Liz 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 town He takes every bit of the night and day Then ever reach the place where the people stay I can hardly wait till tomorrow comes around That's the day my papa takes his fure to town Papa promised me that I could go even let me see a cowboy show I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then I told my papa gotta go again Papa said son we got the lines to run we'll come back again there's work to be done He's got fishin' lines...

Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned He raised him on the banks of a river bed On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree A home for my papa and my mama and me The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet Already mama's cooking papa something to eat At half past, papa he's ready to go He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana rivers Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat He's setting traps in the swamp, catching anything he can Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man My Muskrat hides hanging by the dozens Even got a lady mink, a muskrat's cousin Got 'em out drying in the hot, hot sun Tomorrow papa's gonna turn 'em into money Well, they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack Little baby brother on the floor, that's Mack Bren and Lin are the family twins And big brother Eddie's on the bayou fishing On the river floats papa's great big boat And that's how my papa goes into town It takes him every bit of a night and a day To even reach a place where the people stay And I can hardly wait until 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 saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then I told my pop I've gotta go again Well, Papa said, "Son we've got lines to run We'll come back again but first there's work to be done" He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana rivers Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat He's setting traps, he's in the swamp He's catching anything 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 Gotta make a living, Louisiana man

Well Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa men have named you You're so like the lady with the mystic smile Is it only 'cause you're lonely they have named you For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile Well, it your smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa Or is this your way to hide a broken heart Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep They just lie there and they die there Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art? Well in a Villa in a little old Italian town Lives a girl whose beauty shames the rose Many yearn to love her but their hopes all tumble down What does she want I guess nobody knows Is your smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa Or is this your way to hide a broken heart Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art?

Hello darling, happy birthday I've decided not to give you a present this year In fact I think it's about time I took some things away. I'd like to take away the suspicion That I know clouds your world at times By giving you some faith to hold on to, honey Whenever your hand is not in mine. Happy birthday darling, I've no present, no fancy cake But I hope I'll make you happy with everything I take. I'd like to take away some of your lonely moments By spending more time with you And I'd like to take away some of those so, so kisses And replace them with ones that really say, I love you. And I want to take away the doubt You sometimes have about my love By showing it more, much more than I've shown you lately And then if someone should ask you What I got you for your birthday Well you can say, why he didn't give me anything But he sure took a lot of things away. Happy birthday darling I've no present, no fancy cake But I hope I'll make you happy with everything I take. Happy birthday darling I've no present, no fancy cake But I hope I'll make you happy with everything I take. Happy birthday, darling...