Joey Joey Joey

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 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 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 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 Joey, Joe...