Testo di Cotton Jenny

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