It seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe He's got a smile that makes the lilacs wanna grow He's got a way that makes the angels heave a sigh When they see little Joe's passing by
Sometimes the cabin’s gloomy and the table’s bare And 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 Because happiness is just a thing called Joe Little Joe, little JoeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
