Joey, Joey, Joey - Bill Henderson

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

For I'm one of her rambling kin

She sings

Joey Joey Joey

Joey Joey Joe

You've been too long in one place

And it's time to go time to go

Joey Joey Joey

Joey traveled on

You've been too long in one town

And the harvest time has come and gone

That's what the wind sings to me

When the bunk that I've bunking in

Gets to feeling soft and cozy

To the grub they're been cookin' 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

And it's time to go time to go

Joey Joey Joey Joey J