Like a perfumed woman, the wind blows in the bunkhouse
Like a perfumed woman, the wind blows in
And I sing to him, cause he's one of those rambling kin
I sing
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, 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
And the bunk you've been bunking in gets a feeling too soft and cozy
And the grub I've been cooking you gets a tasting too good
When you have all you want of the ladies in this neighborhood
I sing
Joey, Joey, Joey
Joey, travel on
You've been too long in my place
And it's time to go, time to go
Joey, travel on