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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 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 |
