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