Blowin Up A Storm - Woody Herman

Skies ain’t gonna cloud no more

The crops ain’t gonna fail

Caught a blue bird by the toe

A rainbow by the tail

A certain man with eyes that shine

Voodooed up this heart of mine

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’s gloomy and the table’s bare

But when he kisses me it’s Christmas everywhere

Troubles fly away and life is easy

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