Joey, Joey, Joey - Gloria Lynne

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 you

When the bunk you’ve been bunkin' in Gets to feelin' too soft and cozy

When the grub they’ve been cookin' you

Gets to tastin' too good

When you’ve seen all you want

All the ladies in the neighborhood

I sing 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