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