Louisiana Woman, Mississippi Man - Alan Jackson

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

She's waiting on, She's waiting on that storm to come. Into her heart, into her heart she's waiting. She told me I must hold onto the mo-oment. And when the moments over I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone And like a bird, yes like a bird, she'll fly away. She never said, she never said she'd stay here. She's waiting on, She's waiting on that ship to come. I cannot fight, I cannot fight the ocean, all alone (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. Now kiss me on, now kiss me on my broken wings. Don't leave me here, don't leave me in the water. She's waiting on, She's waiting on that storm to come. And when the rain comes down I will be washed away. I hope, I hope we meet again. I want, I want to hold you again. I hope, I hope we meet again. I'll know, I'll know until the end. I'll be all aloooone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone. (La le la, la le la, la le la, la le la) Then I'll be all alone.