Joey

Joey, Joey, Joey, Joey, Joey, Joey

Joey, Joey, Joey, Joey, Joey, Joey

Joey

Joey, Joey, Joey

Joey, Joe

You've been too long

In one place

And now it's time to go

Time to go

Joey, Joey, Joey, Joey

Joey, Joey

Joey

Travel on

You've been too long

In one town

And now the harvest time's

Come and gone

That's what the wind sings to me

When the bunk I've been bunkin' in

Gets to feelin' too soft and cozy

When the grub they've been cookin' me

Starts to tastin' too good

When I've seen all I want of the ladies in the neighborhood

Sings Joey

Joey, Joey

Joey

Joey, Joe

That's what the wind sings to me

When the bunk I've been bunkin' in

Gets to feelin' too soft and cozy

When the grub they've been grubbin' me

Starts to tastin' too good

When I've had all I want of the ladies in the neighborhood

Sings Joey

Joey, Joey

Joey

Joey, Joe

Joey, Joe