Karaoké Cotton Jenny Gordon Lightfoot

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 wheel of love goes '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 wheels go 'round

When a 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 wheel of love goes '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 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

With a soft southern flame

Oh Cotton Jenny's her name

She wakes me up when the sun goes down

And the wheel of love goes '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 wheels go 'round

Wheels go 'round

'Round and 'round

Hmm, hmm

Hmm

Hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm