Joey, Joey, Joey Songtext
von Johnny Hartman

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, Joey
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've 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
Just you′ve been too long in this one place
And it's time to go, time to go

Joey
Joey, Joey
Joe
Joey, Joe