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