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 wheels of love go ’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
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
And she waits by the door, Oh Cotton Jenny I’m sore
And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go ‘round
In the hot, sickly south, When they say, “Well shut my mouth”
I can never be free from the cotton grind.
But I know I got what’s mine.[CHORUS]
