joey, joey, joey

like a perfumed woman

the wind blows in the bunkhouse

like a perfumed woman

smelling of where she's been

smelling like. oregon cherries

or maybe

texas avocados

something like

arizona sugar beets

the wind blows in

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

all the ladies in the neighborhood

she sings

joey

joey

joey

joey

travel on

you've been too long

in one place

and it's time to go

time to go

oh

joey

joey

joey

joe.