A mile worn down where there's no mill
In the valley below where
There's no such thing as bad times
And a soft southern flame
Oh, Cotton Jenny's her name
And the wheels of love go round,
Love go round, love go round
But then the wheels go round
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
She rubs my feet while the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go round,
the wheels of love go round
Love go round, love go round
I ain't got a penny for cotton jenny,
But then the wheels go round
When they say, well, shut my mouth
I can never be free from the cotton grind
But I know I got what's mine,
Oh, Cotton Jenny's her name,
And the wheels of love go round,
Love go round, love go round,
I've got a penny for cotton,
But then the wheels go round