Joey
Bill Henderson
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Like a perfumed woman
The wind blows through the bunkhouse
Like a perfumed woman
Smelling of where she's been
Smelling of Oregon cherries
Or maybe Texas avocados
Or maybe Arizona sugar beets
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
Now it's time to go
Time to go
Ooh-wah-ooh-wah-ooh
Joey, Joey, Joey, Joey, travel 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'm bunking in
Gets to feeling soft and cozy
'Til the grub that they're cooking me
Gets to tasting too good
When I 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
Now it's time to go
Time to go
Joey, Joey, Joey, Joey, Joey