There's a house on a hill by a rolldown weathered old mill
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In the valley below where the river winds there's no such thing as hard times
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And a soft southern flame oh Cotton Jenny's her name
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And she wakes him up when the sun goes down and the wheels of love go round
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Wheels of love go round love go round love go round joyful sound
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He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend but then the wheels go round
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When the new day begins he goes down to the cotton gin
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And he makes his time worthwhile till then and then he climbs back up again
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And she waits by the door oh Cotton Jenny he's sore
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And she rubs his feet while the sun goes down and the wheels of love go round
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Wheels of love go round...
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Wheels of love go round...
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Cotton Jenny
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| Lynn Anderson |
