Joey, Joey, Joey Songtext
von Liz Callaway

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, 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 had all you 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

When you've had all you want of the ladies in the neighborhood
She sings

Oh, 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

Joey, Joey, Joey
Joey, Joey, Joey
Joey, Joey, Joey
Joey, Joey, Joey