Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook There's his hound dog by his side fleas are bitin' at his hide He won't scratch 'em he's to tired he ain't got no ambition Gone fishin'. . .learnin' fishin' worms to swim I'm wishin. . .he wuz me and I wuz him Wish I had a plane to fly here's what I'd write in the sky Gone' fishin'. . .instead of jest awishin'