| It seem like happiness is just a thing called Joe
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| He’s got a smile that makes the lilacs want to grow
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| He’s got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh
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| When they know little Joe’s passing by
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| Sometimes the cabin’s gloomy and the table’s bare
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| But then he’ll kiss me and it’s Christmas everywhere
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| Troubles fly away and life is easy go
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| Does he love me good? |
| That’s all I need to know
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| Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe
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| Sometimes the cabin’s gloomy and the table’s bare
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| But then he’ll kiss me and it’s Christmas everywhere
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| Troubles fly away and life is easy go
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| Does he love me good? |
| That’s all I need to know
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| Seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe
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| Little Joe, my little Joe, little Joe |