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 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 wheels
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
Wheels go round
Love go round
Wheels go round