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 wheel of love goes 'round Wheel of love go 'round Love go 'rou roun round Love go 'round A joyful sound I ain't got a penny For Cotton Jenny to spend But then The wheel go 'round When a new day begins I go down to the cotton gin And I make my time worthwhile to them Then I climb back up again Then she waits by the door Oh Cotton Jenny, I'm sore And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down And the wheel of love goes 'round Wheel of love go 'round Love go 'rou roun round Love go 'round A joyful sound I ain't got a penny For Cotton Jenny to spend But then The wheel 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've 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 Wheel of love go 'round Love go 'rou roun round Love go 'round A joyful sound I ain't got a penny For Cotton Jenny to spend But then The wheel go 'round The wheel go 'round 'Round and 'round