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
Voodoo-ed up this heart of mine
It seem 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 passin' 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 go
Does he love me good? That's all I need to know
Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe
Little Joe, hmm hmm, little Joe, little Joe