Lovie Joe lyrics
by Ann-margret



I'm sad, I'm glad, I'm madAbout that lovin' man of mineHe's so neat and sweet as the berryThat grows on the vineAnd he's mine all mineOh Lovie Joe, that ever lovin' manFrom way down home in BirminghamHe can do some lovin' and some lovin' sureAnd when he starts to love me I holler more'Cause he's the master of those lovin' artsWhere all your lovers quitsThat's where he startsAnd when I hear the wedding march so grandI just get myself a wedding bandTake it to the preacher manMake the preacher understandThat he must join me hand in handTo Lovie Joe, that ever lovin' manOh Lovie Joe, that ever lovin' manFrom way down home in BirminghamHe can do some lovin' and some lovin' sureAnd when he starts to love meI holler more, moreMaster of those lovin' artsWhere all your lovers quitsThat's where he startsI just get myself a wedding bandTake it to the preacher manMake the preacher understandThat he must join me hand in handTo Lovie Joe, that ever lovin' manTo Lovie Joe, that ever lovin' man