Cotton Jenny, ©1971 by 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 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 
Then 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 the wheels go 'round 

In the hot, sickly South 
When they say well shut my mouth 
I can never be free from my cotton grind 
But I know I've 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 the wheels go 'round

Wheels go round, 
Round and round
Mmmmm, mmmmm, .......