C F C
There's a house on a hill, by a worn down weathered old mill
G C
In the vally be-low where the river winds, there's no such thing as bad times
F C
And a soft, southern flame, oh Cotton Jenny's her name
G C
She wakes me up when the sun goes down, and the wheels of love go round
F C
Wheels of love go round, .... love go rou-ou-ou-ound
D 5
Love go round, ... a joyful sou-ou-ou-ound
C F 5
I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend, but then
C F C
The wheels go rou-ou-ou-ou-ound
C F C
When the new day be-gins, I go down to the cotton gin
5 C
And I make my time worthwhile to them, Then I climb back up a-gain
F C
And she waits by the door, oh Cotton Jenny I'm sore
5 C
She rubs my feet while the sun goes down, and the wheels of love go round
C F C
In the hot, sickly south, when they say "well shut my mouth"
5 C
I can never be free from the cotton grind, but I know I got what's mine
F C
A soft, southern flame, oh Cotton Jenny's her name
5 C
She wakes me up when the sun goes down, and the wheels of love go round