{"id":20816,"date":"2024-06-18T04:36:43","date_gmt":"2024-06-18T04:36:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/?p=20816"},"modified":"2024-06-18T04:36:43","modified_gmt":"2024-06-18T04:36:43","slug":"cotton-jenny","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/cotton-jenny\/","title":{"rendered":"Cotton Jenny"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cotton Jenny<\/span>, <\/span>Gordon Lightfoot<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

There’s a house on a hill<\/span>, <\/span>By a worn down weathered old mill<\/span>
\n<\/span>In the valley below where the river winds<\/span>
\n<\/span>There’s no such thing as bad times<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

And a soft southern flame<\/span>, <\/span>Oh Cotton Jenny’s her name<\/span>
\n<\/span>She wakes me up when the sun goes down<\/span>
\n<\/span>And the wheels of love go ’round<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\u27a2 <\/span>Wheels<\/span> of love go ’round<\/span>, <\/span>Love go ’round, love go ’round<\/span>
\n<\/span>A joyful sound<\/span>, <\/span>I <\/span>ain’t<\/span> got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend<\/span>
\n<\/span>But then the wheels go ‘<\/span>round<\/span><\/div>\n

\n

When the new day begins<\/span>, <\/span>I go down to the cotton gin<\/span>
\n<\/span>And I make my time <\/span>worth while<\/span> to them<\/span>
\n<\/span>Then I climb back up again<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

And she waits by the door<\/span>, <\/span>Oh Cotton Jenny I’m sore<\/span>
\n<\/span>And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down<\/span>
\n<\/span>And the wheels of love go ‘<\/span>round<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

In the hot, sickly south<\/span>, <\/span>When<\/span> they say<\/span>,<\/span> \u201cW<\/span>ell shut my mouth<\/span>\u201d<\/span>
\n<\/span>I can never be free from the cotton grind<\/span>. <\/span>\u200b\u200b<\/p>\n

But I know I got what’s mine<\/span>.<\/span>\u200b[<\/span>CHORUS<\/span>]<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Cotton Jenny, Gordon Lightfoot There’s a house on a hill, By a worn down 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 She wakes me up when the sun goes … CLICK TO VIEW SONGCotton Jenny<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20816","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-x-bill-chase"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20816","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20816"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20816\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20816"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20816"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20816"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}