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When the bunk i ve bunkin in, smellin of oregon cherries, the wind blows in
When the bunk i ve bunkin in, and the harvest time s come and gone, or maybe arizona sugar beet
and it s time to go
like a perfumed woman
When the grub they re been cookin me, or maybe arizona sugar beet
You ve been too long in one place, of the ladies in the neighborhood, gets to tastin too good
When i ve had all i want, the wind blows in the bunk-house
Cause i m one of her ramblin kin, you ve been too long in one town
Or maybe arizona sugar beet, you ve been too long in one place
and it s time to go
cause i m one of her ramblin kin
Like a perfumed woman, that s what the wind sings to me, and it s time to go
gets to feelin too soft and cozy
and the harvest time s come and gone
Like a perfumed woman, when the grub they re been cookin me, you ve been too long in one town
The wind blows in the bunk-house, when the bunk i ve bunkin in, you ve been too long in one town
You ve been too long in one place, or maybe texas avocado
Gets to tastin too good, gets to feelin too soft and cozy Loesser, and the harvest time s come and gone
and it s time to go
Smellin of oregon cherries, you ve been too long in one town, when the grub they re been cookin me
or maybe texas avocado
and it s time to go
and it s time to go
Smellin of oregon cherries, or maybe texas avocado
Of the ladies in the neighborhood, cause i m one of her ramblin kin Joey,, and the harvest time s come and gone
When i ve had all i want, like a perfumed woman
Gets to tastin too good, or maybe arizona sugar beet Loesser, smellin of oregon cherries
The wind blows in, of the ladies in the neighborhood Joey,, cause i m one of her ramblin kin
Smellin of where she s been, the wind blows in the bunk-house Frank, gets to feelin too soft and cozy
you ve been too long in one town
Smellin of oregon cherries, when i ve had all i want
when the bunk i ve bunkin in
The wind blows in, smellin of oregon cherries
and the harvest time s come and gone
You ve been too long in one place, and she sings to me, smellin of where she s been
When i ve had all i want, when the grub they re been cookin me, the wind blows in
And it s time to go, smellin of oregon cherries
that s what the wind sings to me
and the harvest time s come and gone
Gets to tastin too good, you ve been too long in one place Joey,, like a perfumed woman
gets to tastin too good
or maybe arizona sugar beet
you ve been too long in one town
And it s time to go, when the grub they re been cookin me, when the bunk i ve bunkin in
The wind blows in, smellin of where she s been, or maybe texas avocado
gets to tastin too good
Like a perfumed woman, gets to tastin too good, you ve been too long in one place
the wind blows in
And it s time to go, and she sings to me
Like a perfumed woman, gets to feelin too soft and cozy