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 passing by.
Sometimes the cabin is gloomy and the table is bare,
But when he kisses her it's Christmas everywhere.
Troubles fly away and life is easy go, easy go, easy go,
Does he love her good? That's all she needs to know.
Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe.
Little Joe, little Joe
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