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, traveled 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, Joe