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

Smelling of Oregon cherries
Or maybe Texas avocados
Or maybe Arizona sugar beet

The wind blows in
And 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, travеl on
You've been too long
In one town
And the harvеst 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
Of the ladies in the neighborhood
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, Joey, Joe