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There'Cs a house on a hill, Fby a worn down weatheredC old mill
In the vally be-Glow where the river winds, there's no such thing as bCad times
And a soft, southern flame, oFh Cotton Jenny's heCr name
She wakes me Gup when the sun goes down, and the wheels of love Cgo round
Wheels of love go Fround, .... love goC rou-ou-ou-ound
Love go Dround, ... a joyful sou-ou-ou-ound
I ain't Cgot a penny for FCotton Jenny to spend, but then
The wheels go Crou-ou-Fou-ou-Cound
When the Cnew day be-gins, I goF down to the cottonC gin
And I make my time worthwhile to them, Then I climb back up Ca-gain
And she waits by the door, oFh Cotton Jenny I'Cm sore
She rubs my feet while the sun goes down, and the wheels of love gCo round
In the Chot, sickly south, when theyF say "well shut myC mouth"
I can never be free from the cotton grind, but I know I got what'Cs mine
A soft, southern flame, oFh Cotton Jenny's heCr name
She wakes me up when the sun goes down, and the wheels of love gCo round
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