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There's a house on a hill |
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By a worn down weathered old mill |
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In the valley below where the river winds |
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There's no such thing as bad times |
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And a soft southern flame |
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Oh cotton jenny's her name |
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She wakes me up when the sun goes down |
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And the wheels of love go 'round |
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Wheels of love go 'round |
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Love go 'round, love go 'round |
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A joyful sound |
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I ain't got a penny for cotton jenny to spend |
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But then the wheels go 'round |
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When the new day begins |
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I go down to the cotton gin |
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And i make my time worth while to them |
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Then i climb back up again |
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And she waits by the door |
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Oh cotton jenny i'm sore |
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And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down |
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And the wheels of love go 'round |
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Wheels of love go 'round |
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Love go 'round, love go 'round |
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A joyful sound |
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I ain't got a penny for cotton jenny to spend |
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But then the wheels go 'round |
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In the hot, sickly south |
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When they say we'll shut my mouth |
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I can never be free from the cotton grind |
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But i know i got what's mine |
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She's a soft southern flame |
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Oh cotton jenny's her name |
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She wakes me up when the sun goes down |
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And the wheels of love go 'round |
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Wheels of love go 'round |
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Love go 'round, love go 'round |
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A joyful sound |
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I ain't got a penny for cotton jenny to spend |
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But then the wheels go 'round |
