Lyric Cotton Jenny

There s a house on a hill
By a worn down weathered old mill
In the 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
She wakes me up when the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go round
Wheels of love go round
Love go round, love go round
A joyful sound
I ain t got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round

When the new day begins
I go down to the cotton gin
And I make my time worth while to them
Then I climb back up again
And she waits by the door
Oh Cotton Jenny I m sore
And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go round

Wheels of love go round
Love go round, love go round
A joyful sound
I ain t got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round

In the hot, sickly South
When they say we ll shut my mouth
I can never be free from the cotton grind
But I know I got what s mine
She s a soft southern flame
Oh Cotton Jenny s her name
She wakes me up when the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go round

Wheels of love go round
Love go round, love go round
A joyful sound
I ain t got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round