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