Cotton Jenny

There's a house on a hill

By a worn down weathered old mill

In a valley below where the river winds

There's no such thing as bad times

And a soft southern flame, oh Cotton Jenny's her name

And she wakes him up when the sun goes down

And the wheel of love goes round

Wheels of love go round, love go round

Love go round, a joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend

But then the wheels go round

When the new day begins, he goes down to the cotton gin

And he makes his time worth while to then

Then he climbs back up again

And she waits by the door, oh Cotton Jenny he's sore

And she rubs his feet while the sun goes down

And the wheel of love goes round

Wheels of love go round, love go round

Love go round, a joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend

But then the wheels go round

Wheels of love go round, love go round

Love go round, a joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend

But then the wheels go round

Wheels go round

Wheels go round

Love go round

Love go round

Love go round