Joey, Joey, Joey

Frank Loesser


Like a perfumed woman
The wind blows in the bunkhouse
Like a perfumed woman, smellin' of where she's been

Like Oregon cherries
Or maybe Texas avacados
Arizona desert
Or Oregon pine
She blows in and she sings to me
'Cuz I'm one of her own
She sings

Joey, Joey, Joey
Joey, Joey Joe
You've been too long in one town
Now it's time to go, time to go
Joey, Joey, Joey
Joey, travel on

You've been too long in one little town
Now the harvest time's come and gone
That's what the wind sings to me

When the bunk I've been bunkin' in
Gets to feelin' too soft and cozy
When the grub they've been givin' me
Gets to tastin' too good
When I've seen all I want of the ladies of the neighborhood
Then she sings to me

Joey, Joey, Joey
Joey, Joey Joe
You've been too long in the same place
Now it's time to go, time to go
Joey, time to go