Cotton Jenny

There's a house on a hill by a rolldown weathered old mill

In the valley below where the river winds there's no such thing as hard times

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

And she wakes him up when the sun goes down and the wheels of love go round

Wheels of love go round love go round love go round 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 worthwhile till then and 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 wheels of love go round

Wheels of love go round...

Wheels of love go round...