Skies ain’t gonna cloud no more
The crops ain’t gonna fail
Caught a bluebird by the toe
A rainbow by the tail
A certain man with eyes that shine
Hoodooed up this heart of mine

It seem like happiness is jus' a thing called Joe
He’s got a smile that make the lilac wanna grow

He’s got a way that make the angels heave a sigh
When they know little Joe’s passing by

Sometime the cabin’s gloomy and the table bare
Then he’ll kiss me and it’s Christmas everywhere

Troubles fly away and life is easy go
Does he love me good? That’s all I need to know
Seems like happiness is jus' a thing called Joe

Little Joe, little Joe… little Joe

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