Cm      Db    C
Like a perfumed woman
                      Db        C
The wind blows in the bunkhouse
       Cm       Db    C
Like a perfumed woman
             Fm          Ab
Smelling of where she's been

Smelling like...
Ab      Bbm         Ab
Oregon cherries, or maybe
         Eb     Dbm          Ab
Texas avocados, something like
        Bbm
Arizona sugar beets
    Db           C
The wind blows in
     Cm      Db
She sings to me
                       Eb          Eb7
'Cause I'm one of her rambling kin

She sings

[Chorus]
Ab
Joey, Joey, Joey

Joey, Joey, Joe
Eb          Ab
You've been too long
              Cm
In one place
      Db
It's time to go
       Cm
Time to go, oh
Ab
Joey, Joey, Joey
    Eb  Ab
Joey,  travel on

You've been too long
             Cm
In one town
         Db
And the harvest time's
          Cm  C  Db
Come and gone

[Verse]
That's what the wind
Ab
Sings to me
         Bbm7
When the bunk I've been

Bunking in
                    Fm7
Gets to feeling too soft and cozy;
         Bbm7
When the grub they've been
        C7
Cooking me
                  Fm7
Gets to tasting too good
          Gm
When I've had all I want
                              Eb   Eb7
Of the ladies in the neighborhood

She sings

[Chorus]
Ab
Joey, Joey, Joey

Joey, travel on
Eb          Ab
You've been too long

In one place
         Db
And it's time to go
       Cm   Db
Time to go,  oh

Ab
Joey, Joey