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