Текст песни Lynn Anderson - Cotton Jenny
Lynn Anderson - Cotton Jenny слова песни
There`s a house on a hill by a rolldown weathered old millIn the valley below where the river winds there`s no such thing as hard timesAnd a soft southern flame oh Cotton Jenny`s her nameAnd she wakes him up when the sun goes down and the wheels of love go roundWheels of love go round love go round love go round joyful soundHe ain`t got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend but then the wheels go roundWhen the new day begins he goes down to the cotton ginAnd he makes his time worthwhile till then and then he climbs back up againAnd she waits by the door oh Cotton Jenny he`s soreAnd she rubs his feet while the sun goes down and the wheels of love go roundWheels of love go round...Wheels of love go round...