Lyrics

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 shine Voodooed up this heart of mine It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe He's got a smile that makes the lilacs want to grow He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh When they see little Joe's passing by Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare But when he kisses me, it's Christmas everywhere Troubles fly away and life is easy, oh Does he love me good, that's all I need to know Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe Little Joe Little Joe Little Joe