Joey, Joey, Joey Leslie Odom Jr.

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

Oregon cherries, or maybe
Texas avocados, something like
Arizona sugar beets
The wind blows in

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, travel on
You've been too long
In one town
And the harvest time's
Come and gone