Joey, Joey, Joey

Like a perfumed woman

The wind blows in the bunkhouse

Like a perfumed woman

Smelling of where she's been

Smelling of Oregon cherries

Or maybe Texas avocados

Or maybe Arizona sugar beet

The wind blows in

And she sings to me

'Cause I'm one of her rambling kin

She sings

Joey, Joey, Joey

Joey, Joey, Joe

You've been too long

In one place

It's time to go

Time to go, oh

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 been bunking in

Gets to feeling too soft and cozy

When the grub they've been cooking me

Gets to tasting too good

When I've had all I want

Of the ladies in the neighborhood

She sings

Joey, Joey, Joey

Joey, Joey, Joe

You've been too long

In one place

It's time to go

Time to go, oh

Joey, Joey, Joey

Joey, Joey, Joe