Louis Armstrong — Gone Fishin

I'll tell you why I can't find you Every time I go out to your place... You gone fishin' (well how you know) Well there's a sign upon your door (uh-huh) Gone fishin' (I'm real gone man) You ain't workin' anymore (could be) There's your hoe out in the sun Where you left a row half done You claim that hoein' ain't no fun (well I can prove it) You ain't got no ambition Gone fishin' by a shady wady pool (shangrila, really la) I'm wishin' I could be that kind of fool (should I twist your arm? ) I'd say no more work for mine (welcome to the club) On my door I'd hang a sign Gone fishin' instead of just a-wishin' Papa bing (yeah louis) I stopped by your place a time or two lately And you aren't home either Well, I'm a busy man louis. I got a lotta deals cookin' I was probably tied up at the studio