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 wheels
of love 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
When the new
day begins
He goes down
to the cotton gin
and he makes his time
worth while 'til then
Then he climbs
back up again
Then she waits
by the door
Oh Cotton Jenny he's sore
and she rubs his 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...
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...
wheels go round
Love go round...
wheels go round