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 ´Cause I´m one of her ramblin´ 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, 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 When the bunk I´ve bunkin´ in Gets to feelin´ too soft and cozy
When the grub they´re been cookin´ me Gets to tastin´ 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
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