There's a house on a hill By a worn down weathered old mill In the valley below where the river winds Theres 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 aint 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 worthwhile 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 aint got a penny For Cotton Jenny to spend But then the wheels 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
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 Wheels go round Wheels go round.