Joey, the corn is tall and yellow
Joey, the summer sky's so blue
And Joey, the farm is still as mellow
Joey, all that's missing here is you
jumped a freight train to new orleans
And nearly borke poor mama's heart
And she said I should go and find you
But I didn't know where to start
papa he doesn't say much anymore
And your dog is always scratching by the door
Looking on down the trail
Hoping that you won't fail
Joey, come on home again
Joey, young Becky married last Sunday
Joey, she made a pretty bride
For Joey, she growed to be a woman
But Joey, she's still hurting deep inside
You up and left without a warning
Didn't even say goodbye
And we didn't know till daybreak
Lord, how poor mama cried
papa he doesn't say much anymore
And your dog is always scratching at the door
Looking on down the trail
Hoping that you won't fail
Joey, come on home again