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