I'm sad, I'm glad, I'm mad

About 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