There's a house on a hill
By a rolldown weathered old mill
In the valley below where the river winds
There's no such thing as hard times

And a soft southern flame
Oh, Cotton Jenny's her name
And she wakes him up when the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go round
Wheels of love go round
Love go round
Love go round joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
When the new day begins
He goes down to the cotton gin
And he makes his time worthwhile
Till then and then he climbs back up again
And she waits by the door

Oh, Cotton Jenny
He's sore
And she rubs his feet while the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go round
Wheels of love go round...
Wheels of love go round...