Lovie Joe |
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Lovie Joe Lyrics |
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 I`m sad, I`m glad, I`m madAbout that lovin` man of mine He`s so neat and sweet as the berry That grows on the vine And he`s mine all mine Oh Lovie Joe, that ever lovin` man From way down home in Birmingham He can do some lovin` and some lovin` sure And when he starts to love me I holler more `Cause he`s the master of those lovin` arts Where all your lovers quits That`s where he starts And when I hear the wedding march so grand I just get myself a wedding band Take it to the preacher man Make the preacher understand That he must join me hand in hand To Lovie Joe, that ever lovin` man Oh Lovie Joe, that ever lovin` man From way down home in Birmingham He can do some lovin` and some lovin` sure And when he starts to love me I holler more, more Master of those lovin` arts Where all your lovers quits That`s where he starts I just get myself a wedding band Take it to the preacher man Make the preacher understand That he must join me hand in hand To Lovie Joe, that ever lovin` man To Lovie Joe, that ever lovin` man |
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