Capo 1

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	There's a house on a hill, by a	worn down weathered old	mill

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In the valley be	low where the river winds, there's no such thing as bad	times

	C	G
And a soft southern flame, oh	Cotton Jenny's her	name

	D	G
She wakes me	up when the sun goes down, and the wheel of love goes	round

	C	G
Wheels of love go	round, love go	round

	A	D
Love go	round, a joyful	sound

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I ain't	got a penny for a	Cotton Jenny to	spend

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But then the wheels go	rou	nd

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Then a	new day begins, I go	down to the cotton	gin

	D	G
And I make my	time worthwhile to them, then I climb back up	again

	C	G
And she waits by the door, "oh	Cotton Jenny I'm	sore"

	D	G
And she rubs my	feet while the sun goes down, and the wheel of love goes	round

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In the	hot sickly south, when they	say "well shut my	mouth"

	D	G
I can never be	free from the cotton grind, but I know I got what's	mine

	C	G
A soft southern flame, oh	Cotton Jenny's her	name

	D	G
She wakes me	up when the sun goes down, and the wheel of love goes	round

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Wheel go	round round and	round mmm	mmmm