There's a house on a hill By a worn down weathered old mill In a 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 And she wakes him up when the sun goes down And the whell of love goes round Wheels of love go round, love go round Love go round, a 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 worth while to then 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 wheel of love goes round Wheels of love go round, love go round Love go round, a joyful sound
He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend But then the wheels go round Wheels of love go round, love go round Love go round, a joyful sound
He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend But then the wheels go round Wheels go round Wheels go round Love go round Love go round Love go roundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
