Joey, Joey, Joey

Like a perfumed woman The wind blows in the bunk-house Like a perfumed woman Smellin' of where she's been Smellin' of Oregon cherries Or maybe Texas avocado Or maybe Arizona sugar beet The wind blows in And she sings to me 'Cause I'm one of her ramblin' kin She sings Joey Joey, Joey Joey Joey, Joey You've been too long in one place And it's time to go, time to go Joey Joey, Joey Joey Travel on You've been too long in one town And the harvest time's come and gone That's what the wind sings to me When the bunk I've bunkin' in Gets to feelin' too soft and cozy When the grub they've been cookin' me Gets to tastin' too good When I've had all I want of the ladies in the neighborhood She sings Joey Joey, Joey Joey Joey, Joe Just you've been too long in this one place And it's time to go, time to go Joey Joey, Joey Joe Joey, Joe