Текст песни Cotton Jenny - Frank Ifield

There's a house on the hill
By a rundown weathered old mill
In the valley below where the river winds
There's no such thing as bad times
And a soft southern flame
Oh, Cotton Jenny's her name
And she wakes me up when the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go 'round

Yes, love goes 'round
Love goes 'round
Love goes 'round
Joyful sound
I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then, the wheels go 'round

And when the moon's going in
I go down to the cotton gin
And I make my time worthwhile 'til then
And then I climb back up again
And there she waits by the door
I say, "Cotton Jenny, I'm sore"
And she rubs my feet 'til the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go 'round

Yes, love goes 'round
Love goes 'round
Love goes 'round
Joyful sound
I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then, the wheels go 'round

And the wheels go 'round
The wheels of love go 'round
Love goes 'round