It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe He's got a smile that makes the lilac wanta grow He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh When they know little Joe's pa**ing by Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare Then he'll kiss me and 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, little Joe, little Joe