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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 wheel of love goes '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 worthwhile to them
Then I climb back up again
And she waits by the door
For Cotton Jenny I'm sore
And she rubs my 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
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, 'Well, shut my mouth'
I can never be free from the cotton grind
But I know I got what's mine
With a soft southern flame
Oh, Cotton Jenny's her name
She wakes me 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
I ain't got a penny
For Cotton Jenny to spend
But then
The wheels go 'round

The wheels go 'round
Round and round

Mmm...

©Early Morning Music