Joey, Joey, Joey

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