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