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| There's a house on a hill by a | worn down weathered old | mill |
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| In the vally be | low where the river winds there's no such thing as bad |
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| times |
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| And a soft southern flame oh | Cotton Jenny's her | name |
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| She wakes me | up when the sun goes down and the wheel of love goes | round |
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| Cho.. Wheels of love go | round love go | rou __ __ ound |
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| Love go | round a joyful | sou __ __ ound |
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| I ain't | got a penny if a | Cotton Jenny to | spend but then |
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| The wheels go rou | nd |
| Then a new day begins I go down to the cotton gin |
| And I make my time worthwhile to them then I climb back up again |
| And she waits by the door oh Cotton Jenny I'm sore |
| And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down and the wheel of love goes round |
| Cho.. |
| In the hot sickly south when they say "well shut my mouth" |
| I can never be free from the cotton grind but I know I got what's mine |
| With a soft southern flame oh Cotton Jenny's her name |
| She wakes me up when the sun goes down and the wheel of love goes round |
| Cho.. |
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| Wheel go round round & round mmm mmmm |
| Dan |