Happiness Is Just A Thing Called Joe

Skies ain't gonna cloud no more, the crops ain't gonna fail

Caught a blue bird by the toe, a rainbow by the tail

A certain man with eyes that just voodooed up

Desire, oh my

It seems like happiness, happiness is just a thing called little Joe

He's got a smile that makes the lilac want to grow

He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh

When they know little Joe's passing by

Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare

Then he'll kiss me and it's Christmas every, every, everywhere

Troubles fly away and life is easy go

Does he love me good? That's all I need to know

Does he love me good? Does he love me good?

That's all I need to know