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