There's a house on a hill
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By a worn down, weathered old mill
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In the valley below where the river winds
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There's no such thing as bad times
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And a soft southern flame
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Oh, Cotton Jenny's her name
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She wakes me up when the sun goes down
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And the wheel of love goes 'round
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Wheels of love go 'round
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Love go 'round
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Love go 'round
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A joyful sound
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I ain't got a penny
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For Cotton Jenny to spend
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But then
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Wheels go 'round
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When a new day begins
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I go down to the cotton gin
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And I make my time worthwhile to them
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Then I climb back up again
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Then she waits by the door
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Oh Cotton Jenny, I'm sore
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And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down
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And the wheel of love goes 'round
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Wheels of love go 'round
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Love go 'round
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Love go 'round
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A joyful sound
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I ain't got a penny
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For Cotton Jenny to spend
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But then
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Wheels go 'round
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In the hot, sickly south
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When they say "well shut my mouth"
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I can never be free from the cotton grind
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But I know I've got what's mine
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With a soft southern flame
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Oh, Cotton Jenny's her name
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she wakes me up when the sun goes down
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and the wheel of love goes round
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Wheels of love go 'round
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Love go 'round
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Love go 'round
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A joyful sound
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I ain't got a penny
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For Cotton Jenny to spend
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But then
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Wheels go 'round
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The wheel goes 'round
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'Round and 'round
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Cotton Jenny
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| Gordon Lightfoot |
