Cotton Jenny Gordon Lightfoot
T[Eb]here's a house on a hill, by a [Ab]worn down weathered old [Eb]mill
In the vally [Bb]be-low where the river winds, there's no such thing as bad t[Eb]imes
And a soft, southern flame, oh C[Ab]otton Jenny's her n[Eb]ame
She wakes me [Bb]up when the sun goes down, and the wheels of love go r[Eb]ound
CHORUS:
Wheels of love go a[Ab]round, .... love go a[Eb]round [Eb7]
Love go a[F]round, ... a joyful so[Bb]und [Bb7]
I ain't [Eb]got a penny for C[Ab]otton Jenny to s[Bb]pend, but then
The wheels go a[Eb]round
When the new day be-gins, I go [Ab]down to the cotton [Eb]gin
And I make my t[Bb]ime worthwhile to them, Then I climb back up a-[Eb]gain
And she waits by the door, oh C[Ab]otton Jenny I'm s[Eb]ore
She rubs my f[Bb]eet while the sun goes down, and the wheels of love go a[Eb]round
In the hot, sickly south, when they [Ab]say "well shut my [Eb]mouth"
I can never be f[Bb]ree from the cotton grind, but I know I got what's [Eb]mine
A soft, southern flame, oh C[Ab]otton Jenny's her n[Eb]ame
She wakes me [Bb]up when the sun goes down, and the wheels of love go r[Eb]ound
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