Thank you.
Wow.
Okay, time to do one of those.
Sinatra used to call these gin mill songs or saloon songs.
This is the absolute quintessential one, I think.
It's very, very smoky, 3 o'clock in the morning, sexy.
And what always makes that so interesting to me is...
It's so marvelous that a man wrote the words to this wonderful song.
This song was written by Harold Dolan and Hia Parberg.
Skies ain't gonna cloud no more
Crops ain't gonna fade
Skies ain't gonna cloud no more
Caught a bluebird by the toe
A rainbow by the tail
A certain guy with eyes that shine
A fool do it up
This heart of mine
It seems like happiness
It's just a thing called
He's got a smile
That makes the lilacs
One time
One time

He's got a way
That makes those angels
Evil sign
When they know
My baby, baby Joe
Is passing by
Is passing by


Sometimes the cabin's gloomy
And the table's bare
But when that man kisses me
It's Christmas
It's Christmas
...everywhere
Troubles fly away
And life, life is
Hesitant
Does he love me good?
Does he love me good?



That's all I need to know
Seems that happiness
Is just a thing called joe
Mmm, little joe
Little joe
Little joe
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, yes