| There’s a house on a hill
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| By a worn down weathered old mill
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| In a 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, oh Cotton Jenny’s her name
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| And she wakes him up when the sun goes down
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| And the wheel of love goes round
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| Wheels of love go round, love go round
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| Love go round, a joyful sound
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| He 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, he goes down to the cotton gin
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| And he makes his time worth while to then
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| Then he climbs back up again
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| And she waits by the door, oh Cotton Jenny he’s sore
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| And she rubs his feet while the sun goes down
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| And the wheel of love goes round
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| Wheels of love go round, love go round
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| Love go round, a joyful sound
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| He ain’t got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
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| But then the wheels go round
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| Wheels of love go round, love go round
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| Love go round, a joyful sound
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| He ain’t got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
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| But then the wheels go round
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| Wheels go round
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| Wheels go round
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| Love go round
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| Love go round
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| Love go round |