Happiness Is A Thing Called Joe

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 passing by

Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare
Then he'll kiss me and [Bm]it's Christmas everywhere
Troubles fly away and [Bm]life is easy go
Does he love me good, that's all [Em]I need to [C7]know

Seems like [F]happiness, is just a thing called Joe

Little Joe, little Joe, little Joe