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