Cotton Jenny

There’s a house on a hill by a worn down weathered old mill In the valley be-low 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 roun-d Love go round  a joyful soun-d I ain’t got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend but then The wheels go roun-d When the new day be-gins I go down to the cotton gin And I make my time worthwhile to them   Then I climb back up a-gain And she waits by the door oh Cotton Jenny I’m sore She rubs my feet while the sun goes down   And the wheels of love 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 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